Yuan Ming watched helplessly as the Three Cave Masters took him away, while Kun Tu dared not move at all, his face turning an iron blue.
"Fellow Daoist Kun Tu, we failed to root out the problem today, and now a deadly enmity is established. Sooner or later, it will be either your death or his." Elder Hu Huo's gaze was deep as he spoke.
"There's no need for you to tell me that." Kun Tu's eyes narrowed slightly as he coldly replied.
...
Feeling anxious for riding a spirit beast and soaring through the high skies for the first time, Yuan Ming couldn't help but be a bit nervous.
However, after a short adjustment, he settled down, feeling the whooshing sound of the wind next to him and leaning to look down below.
At this moment, hundreds of feet above the ground, the vast forest below had become obscure in the night, leaving only a hazy shadow of the rolling hills, which gave him a sense of insignificance, as if he was an ant atop a hundred-foot-tall pavilion.
