"I'll be waiting for you on the mountain."
After speaking, Lu Duangyang, with his hands behind his back, made his way towards the mountain peak along the stream.
Shu Guan hung his head, furrowed his eyebrows, and gazed at the bubbling stream in front of his feet, wishing he could just flow away with the water.
He did not want Lu Duangyang to sift through his memories.
His memories held too many secrets, secrets that could not be revealed to Lu Duangyang.
Such as his identity as a transcender, such as Xiaoyi in his mind, such as the matters concerning the old cripple.
So Shu Guan immediately began to ponder what he should do now.
Fighting was definitely not an option, although he was now capable of slaying immortals, Lu Duangyang was not an ordinary Immortal,
What about using the kite?
Although the kite could carry him Riding Clouds and Mist, Lu Duangyang could presumably do the same, and he could also travel thousands of miles on a sword.
