Yi Qing paused. He considered the voice he had heard, but said nothing in reply.
The other party became much more aggressive - he looked positively ready to kill. Yet, he always reduced his Immortal Qi by half just before he hit Yi Qing each time. Without the help of his Immortal Qi, the immortal could only count on his sword techniques. In this regard, Yi Qing was comparable to him. Luan Xu became increasingly anxious, "Hurry up, what are you waiting for? Attack my right hip."
Yi Qing frowned and transmitted a response, "Why are you helping me?"
"I have no time to explain…" the other party's voice became more and more panicked. "I cannot let you die here. Leave this place and you will find out in the future."
"No!" Yi Qing rejected. He did not pursue any further why the other party wanted to help him, "If I leave, the hundreds of cultivators behind me will surely die."
