Yue Qi grabbed his hand and frantically sprinted away. Having gone through a fierce battle, both youths were in shock. They leaned against a tree, panting heavily. Once he’d calmed down, Shen Jiu finally gave Yue Qi a long, thorough look. His cultivation was extraordinary, and his bearing poised and steady. His clothes weren’t of the common make either, and his demeanor was exactly like that of the great masters themselves. He couldn’t have been further from the hellish straits Shen Jiu had imagined. This was not Yue Qi but Yue Qingyuan.
This really feels like the beginning of the end.
