At the base of Purple Sun Mountain, Long Aotian stood there, his aura high-spirited, with a hint of disdain in his arrogance.
He utterly disdained acts like forcefully taking a common girl.
The matter of Ziyun True Monarch fleeing was as if a cat making a run for it, an insignificant matter to him.
Ziyun True Monarch fleeing was her own loss.
She would have regrets a thousand years later.
"Ziyun True Monarch is a small matter, I can't be bothered with others. But upon meeting you, my blood is boiling, I want to challenge you!" Long Aotian said, "Do you dare to fight me?"
"Fellow Daoist, just retreat!"
Lu Xuanji said, "We are still young, it's not the time for a duel!"
Long Aotian said, "Afraid, are you?"
