This was indeed a blessing in disguise.
"Quite the warrior, Su Pengju..."
Zhou Ping'an grabbed Fang Sheng's small hand, and with synchronized steps, they plunged into the air ripples. When they reappeared, they had already crossed fifty zhang and changed direction three times, taking three more steps...
Within a hundred zhang-radius, the faint sound of sword cries could be heard.
The mist would scatter then gather...
He knew that the disciple from Cloud Water Sect, who likely practiced the Floating Cloud Sword Technique and the True Kunpeng Form Diagram, was still circling close by. Yet at that moment, he could think of no counter, as he couldn't find the opponent and had no way to deal with the opponent's elusive and fierce swordsmanship; talking would be useless.
Even with his trump card, the "Sea-Splitting Sword" Sword Technique, he was confident that it would wound the opponent, or even possibly kill them.
