The more Chen Dengming thought about it, the more oppressed he felt. His face deepened into a sullen look, while he continued his dispirited flight.
"Daoist son!"
Suddenly, a pleasant and melodious voice, like that of a hundred-spirt bird, echoed from behind him.
Chen Dengming reflexively replied in a cold voice, "What is it?"
He abruptly turned around, and his eyes, cold and razor-sharp, landed on a female cultivator behind him.
The woman trembled slightly, influenced by the intense will inadvertently radiating from Chen Dengming's gaze. Her face was drained of colour, lips tight, and she managed to squeeze out a weak smile.
"No...it's...it's nothing. I just saw you, and I wanted to thank you for avenging Senior Brother Cao," she stammered.
Chen Dengming came back to himself at this point, recognizing the beautiful young woman as Yang Lan, causing him to snap back to alertness.
What had just happened to him?
