The old Daoist seemed already certain of his victory, leisurely forming a spell with his fingers, holding a shining white light in his left hand, smilingly watching him.
Li Xiangping said nothing, pulled out a pale yellow Talisman, and slapped it onto himself, instantly erecting a pure white light shield, then turning his head and running towards the lake.
The old Daoist wasn't angry; he patted the Storage Bag on his waist, secured the Jade Pendant, and followed Li Xiangping with a smile, his small eyes watching his every move alertly, thinking to himself:
"How come it seems like a Jade Yuan Talisman from the Green Pond Sect? Haven't the two sects already reached an understanding? By now, disciples of the Green Pond Sect around Wangyue Lake to Mushroom Forest Plain should have all retreated."
