What stands before me now is Qiu Wucheng, hardly resembling a human at all, like a vicious spirit walking out from hell. Elder Roushui wished he could slap himself. How dare he bury a divine genius like Long Yan here? If Long Yan were set free, who could stand as his equal in three years?
"Young Hero Long, you must leave quickly. I, Roushui, will risk my life to hold back this demon. As for Shu Mountain, I leave it to you."
Elder Roushui shifted towards Long Yan's direction and bowed deeply to the ground, which bewildered the initially confident Long Yan.
Quickly helping Elder Roushui up, Long Yan merely shook his head gently. He knew exactly what Elder Roushui intended to do — sacrificing his cultivation base to seal Qiu Wucheng. But the terrifying aura on Qiu Wucheng must be considered first.
