Wu Qi's heart raced when he heard Yuyao's words, and he wondered what the golden light that burst out from her eyes was. It actually made him feel threatened.
He dared not to stay even a little bit longer. With a twist of his body, he transformed into a stream of yellow mist and went away. In the next moment, the golden light that shone from Yuyao's eyes penetrated the ground and nearly caught him.
After spending some time wandering aimlessly underground, Wu Qi found an isolated courtyard filled with many abodes and resurfaced. Quietly, he circulated his cultivation base and forced out sweat to drench his clothes, then sprinkled some dust all over himself and messed up his hair so to make him look like a sorry figure. After that, he waved his hands and summoned a few thunderbolts to smite his head. Now, he looked a few times more miserable than a beggar on the street.
