A Daoist and a Swordsman—it was a very strange pairing.
When the young scholar saw the two who had just intervened, he felt an unexpected sense of relief, as if he had just survived a catastrophe.
He wasn't a fool. He quietly led away the young woman beside him, who was already scared witless, fearing they would be noticed by the trio.
A fighting spirit ignited in Bai Yuan's eyes.
He had once made a pact with Shi Yan: they would spar once Bai Yuan broke through to Mingxin Pass.
He hadn't expected Shi Yan to have remembered it all this time.
"Alright!"
Bai Yuan, of course, had no reason to refuse.
Especially since he still remembered the location of that cave in the Northern Plains. After his spar with Shi Yan, he could go there and harvest another wave of experience. It was an opportunity too good to pass up.
Shi Yan, whose face usually held an ethereal, immortal-like quality, now wore a look of belligerence.
