If Qing Han had said this, Lu Yun would only think it was the influence of whatever had a hold on him. 

However, Mo Yi was an august immortal. She was channeling her full power, seven stars forming the Big Dipper around her and releasing terrifying force. More importantly, her eyes were clear and her thoughts cogent.

“The river god. Where is he?” Lu Yun furrowed his brows, as he couldn’t see anything.

Mo Yi offered no reply. She was completely ready to fight, her gleaming sword drawn and form hovering in the air.

“August immortal… the Duskwater city lord is an august immortal?!” Qi Shenghui and the others goggled at Mo Yi with shock. She wasn’t the typical august immortal, either....