Daoist Master Xuan Ming hovered in the air. He was puzzled by the tall and muscular man's sudden appearance. He asked with a frown on his face, "You are?"
"I'm looking for him."
"Who's he to you?" Daoist Xuan Ming asked warily.
"An acquaintance and sometimes an opponent."
As the saying went, 'The enemy of my enemy is my friend'.
One of the disciples standing behind Xuan Ming said, "I don't think he'll be able to live for long."
"Is that so?"
"The Flying Star House always gets its revenge… Let's leave." Xuan Ming waved his sleeve. He did not want to waste time here.
The two disciples nodded.
The three of them were about to fly away when the tall and muscular flew in front of them again. He said frostily, "Wait."
"Why are you standing in our way, sir?"
"You may leave, but you'll have to leave your heads behind."
