Before long, Li Yan could see the rolling mountain ranges in the distance with his naked eyes as he flew, like a giant beast crouching on the earth.
Behind him, Wutu and the slender woman kept watch on Li Yan from roughly a thousand feet away, neither too close nor too far.
Wutu's face had remained dark throughout. This time, he truly had failed in his duty to protect his charge. The Heavenly Master would certainly be bitterly disappointed in his performance.
But the reasons were rather complicated, and even the Heavenly Master himself might not have anticipated them.
Besides the troublesome pair and their bizarre methods, another reason was that Tielianggu had always acted with such impunity on the Tianlan Grasslands.
Although powerful opponents had fought back before, they had either fled after suffering grievous losses or been killed.
Over time, even Wutu's vigilance had faded considerably.
What he had never expected this time was that his opponent would be an expert in illusion techniques.
Cultivators who practiced illusions were not unheard of, but anyone capable of affecting someone at his level had to be either a Soul Cultivator devoted to that path or a cultivator more powerful than he was.
Soul Cultivators, however, were exceedingly rare. There might not be even one in a hundred thousand. They needed an exceptionally powerful soul from birth, along with the good fortune to inherit the teachings of that lineage.
Such a convergence might not occur even once in a hundred years.
That young man might be a Soul Cultivator!
Soon, they encountered Bate and the others in the air, still some distance away.
"You should be able to release him now, shouldn't you? We will let bygones be bygones. Leave our Tianlan Grasslands at once. You will no longer be welcome