This time, Shuang Qingqing did not fly alone again, but stood on it as well.
She was quite satisfied with Li Yan's ability to control the "Cloud-Piercing Willow" so deftly. It had not disgraced her magic treasure.
Just as they approached the edge of the Giant Wood Clan's territory, a figure abruptly appeared before them.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, this is..."
The Cloud-Piercing Willow swiftly solidified from its phantom state, and Li Yan's voice carried over.
"Fellow Daoist Ting, it is somewhat presumptuous of me to turn back so soon, but there is still something I must trouble you with. May I ask whether your clan's patriarch is in the clan?"
"Our patriarch, hmm?..."
Ting Bixiao's expression changed. His thoughts raced as he had not expected Li Yan to return so quickly merely to seek an audience with his patriarch.
There was no longer any debt of gratitude between them. Given Li Yan's cultivation, directly asking to see the patriarch like this seemed somewhat improper. What matter could Li Yan not handle himself?
At that moment, he clearly saw that there were three people standing atop the Cloud-Piercing Willow, not the two he had perceived with his Divine Sense. He did not recognize the person standing at the front.
She was a woman in flowing green gauze with a bewitching figure. A black veil covered her face, and when her eyes turned, they could charm all living beings.
Ting Bixiao took only one look before blazing flames seemed to surge within his body. He was greatly alarmed and hurriedly forced his gaze away.
His face flushed crimson, yet his heart continued to pound violently.
Shuang Qingqing had not deliberately targeted him. Otherwise, even ten or a hundred Ting Bixiaos would have fallen into her snare.
Ever since Ting Bixiao had sensed