The opponent didn't engage in close combat with Lu Zheng at all, and as soon as they fell slightly at a disadvantage, they decisively vanished, retreating swiftly.
Lu Zheng gently tapped on the water's surface, and his body lifted into the air as the old turtle swam beneath him, allowing him to land on its back.
"Fellow Daoist Lu's Dao practice is profound, and his swordsmanship is intricately marvelous; the old turtle is truly impressed."
"Fellow Daoist Gui is too kind. May I ask, what kind of power is Pan Shui Cave?" Lu Zheng inquired.
Just a moment ago, there was a magical combat, and then the opponent escaped. Listening to his words, Lu Zheng couldn't tell whether they were empty threats or if things weren't truly over, so he had to ask clearly.
"Pan Shui Cave is also a cultivation sect, with a long heritage, venerating the ancient Master Gu as their patriarch, and has always been based in Chuandong."
