A little more than half an hour later.
Amidst the sound of piercing the air like cannonballs whistling past, Jiang Dali's majestic figure appeared like a Demon God, clutching a disheveled, sparsely haired little old man, tearing through layers of mist, suddenly appearing before Zhu Wushi.
"Brother Jiang!"
Zhu Wushi's expression trembled as he watched Jiang Dali leaping through the fierce wind, and suddenly threw his head back, laughing, "You truly are safe and sound."
"Mr. Zhu! It's actually you!"
Jiang Dali, with a startled expression, glanced at the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber in Zhu Wushi's hand, a rare smile appearing on his face.
"Whoosh!"
Zhu Wushi released his grip, and the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber traced a beautiful arc, like a trail of flame, actively soaring towards Jiang Dali.
