Li Cang and Liao Yunliu followed Lu Dongliu.

Li Cang’s hair and beard were white, and he looked kindly and benevolent. Liao Yunliu wore Daoist robes, and she had a longsword strapped to her back. They were, respectively, the grand and second elders of the Inner Dragon Sword Sect’s outer sect.

“This Treasure Temple Yao Mountain is actually an excellent place to kill someone.” Lu Dongliu stared at the distant Treasure Temple Yao Mountain, then said lightly, “Its depths hide strange perils, and it’s easy for unexpected situations to arise. This might well be our chance to slay Su Yi!”

“That Su Yi kid is actually quite interesting. It seems he’s in no rush to reach the Jade Capital. Instead, he’s traversing mountains and rivers on foot. Now, he’s even stopped to play on Treasure Temple Yao Mountain….” Li Cang laughed. “I’ve never seen someone so gutsy.”

“Gutsy? Not necessarily, but what I can say with certainty is that the cards at his disposal are enough to contend with Xiantian Martial Ancestors,” said Liao Yunliu. Her clear eyes were as sharp and intimidating as swords. “Don’t forget: at Dragonbridge Station, he defeated Wang Zhuo of Skywalk ...