He could see the mountain chief in red kneeling beside Yue Lanzai, having reclaimed Tianyu's head with his right hand, but his left hand had been severed.
And the Emei Daoist in white robe and black cloak stood behind the mountain chief, a glowing white sword in his hand, aiming straight for the chief's back.
For an instant, Li Fan's heartbeat skipped a beat, but upon closer inspection, he realized that the figure of the Emei Daoist had turned into a mist of immortal energy and dispersed with the wind.
"You... well done!"
The ruthless and unfeeling Emei Daoist, whose icy voice was actually trembling, trembling from extreme joy!
"Well done! You can help me! You can help me! Hahaha! Hahaha!"
