"It seems Fellow Daoist Long has encountered some trouble. Two spell warriors are chasing after him. Everyone, set out!" With that resolute shout, Marquis Nanlong flew towards the sky in a ball of golden light.
The others glanced at one another before successively following suit. Suddenly, eight streaks of various colored light appeared above the hills, hastily flying towards the stern-faced cultivator surnamed Long.
The white streak of light that was rushing towards their location immediately grew faster upon spotting them. In an instant, it arrived before the party and faded away to reveal the stern-faced cultivator. His face was pale as if he had suffered damage to his vitality.
"Many thanks for your assistance. I cannot thank you all enough!" The stern-faced cultivator saluted the party and his anxious expression was replaced with gratitude.
