"I'll be waiting for you on the mountain."
After speaking, Lu Duangyang walked with his hands behind his back, heading toward the peak along the stream.
Shu Guan lowered his head, furrowed his brow, and watched the babbling stream in front of him, wishing he could just flow away with the water.
He didn't want his memories to be perused by Lu Duangyang.
His memories harbored too many secrets, secrets that Lu Duangyang must not discover.
For instance, his identity as a transcender, Xiaoyi in his mind, and matters concerning the old cripple.
So, Shu Guan immediately started contemplating what to do.
Fighting was out of the question; although he was now capable of slaying Immortals, Lu Duangyang was no ordinary Immortal,
Use the kite?
The kite could carry him riding clouds and mist, but Lu Duangyang could probably do the same, and he could also control a sword to travel thousands of miles.
Shu Guan vividly remembered that longsword that had flown over Jinling City.
