But for these two, it was naturally an easy task.
"Come down." Immortal Qi Jing pointed towards the sky, and with a light touch, the green energy quickly descended, rushing downwards.
The cultivator controlling the sword seemed to struggle halfway down, slowing his fall, but as Immortal Qi Jing pointed downwards again, the sword aura dropped right in front of them.
"I was playing with flying swords before your ancestors were. Where do you think you're running off to?" Immortal Qi Jing sneered.
The falling cultivator wasn't young, appearing middle-aged, with a low cultivation level—showing signs of the early stages of the Fourth Realm. He appeared to be a high-ranking teacher from some small Immortal Sect, his two strands of mustache gave him a formidable look.
Yet, the two in front of him were not afraid.
"I opened this mountain, and I planted this tree, if you wish to pass!" Immortal Qi Jing exclaimed, "Leave the fruit!"
"Huh?" The middle-aged cultivator was stunned.
