With a light tap of his feet on the edge of the boat, he leveraged himself forward and floated to the water's surface three meters away, abruptly pressed down with a plop, and with a great effort, somersaulted to stabilize himself on the bank another three meters away.
The three Tang Sect elders who hurried over gathered around upon seeing this, their gazes fixated on the Fire Qilin that was leaping from boat to boat like a great fireball, massacring everything in its wake. Their expressions were a mixture of fear and gravity.
Luck Bursting immediately stepped forward and summarized the situation briefly.
...
Inside Lingyun Cave.
The sound of water echoed.
Throughout the passage, there was a peculiar smell of red-hot charcoal and a faint sense of oppression.
Jiang Dali's clothes were tattered, and he was entangled with several chains that had burst open. Over his shoulder hung the Golden-Backed Great Saber.
