The warm pavilion bathed in abundant sunlight.
Wu Wang sat by the bed, listening attentively to Ji Mo as he detailed the ambush from where he lay.
"...The situation was extremely chaotic. The assailants from the Ten Evils Hall overwhelmingly outnumbered us. My fellow Daoists risked burning their Primordial Spirits to temporarily hold off the enemy, while reinforcements were already rushing to our aid.
In a brief stalemate, several Heavenly Immortals from the opposing side joined forces to tear a breach in our defense Formation.
It was then that Yang Wudi stepped forward.
He erupted from within the crowd, surging ahead of the other fiends to penetrate the gap. He even flung off his head covering, and his slick, shiny head slammed ruthlessly into my chest.
The momentum he carried made me think for a moment that Wudi was about to kill me, and I was knocked unconscious by the blow.
