Seeing Wang Ping's transformation from a distance, Zi Luan let out a long sigh of relief.
At that moment, he lowered his hands, dispelling the spell, and turned to look in another direction. Xiu Yu, dressed in gray linen, stood suspended in mid-air. His long hair, trailing far behind him on the wind, made him look like a wild scholar.
Noticing Zi Luan's gaze, Xiu Yu looked over. Simultaneously, his voice traveled through the Wood Spirit Qi to Zi Luan's ear. "Is this the person you've chosen to compete with me?"
"What do you think of him?"
"Very good. Better than you, at least. You've lost your courage. How pathetic."
"Haha!"
Zi Luan roared with laughter but offered no rebuttal.
Xiu Yu had no intention of saying more. He cupped his fist in salute to Zi Luan, then transformed into a streak of light and flew toward the dense western forest. Above the clouds, a great eagle, its wings marked with purple runes, followed closely behind him.
