Li Jingtian was stunned for a moment, his expression somewhat sorrowful. He patted Li Xuanling's head gently and said in a soft voice,
"I have troubled you to take action."
No sooner had Li Jingtian's words left his mouth, than a clamor rose from outside the tent. Many voices were shouting, and Mu Jiaoman's deep, angry voice came from the sky:
"You again? Who in the world are you? Challenging us time and time again! Do you really think we're made of clay and can't fight back?"
Li Xuanling and Li Jingtian exchanged a glance, then swiftly threw back the tent curtain, to see a middle-aged man standing on thin air above the encampment, holding a sword. His body was half-transparent with a pale blue River True Essence flowing all around him as he looked down at the rapidly gathering Shanyue soldiers below. It was none other than Li Tongya.
