Ling Yanzi circled around the rippling Wangyue Lake, raised the Purple Smoke Spiritual Veil to withstand the attacks of the two pursuers, changed direction, and folded back, pondering in his heart:
"If that person deceived me with his words, letting him bamboozle me, I'm afraid I might die here today...."
But looking back at the two from Changxiao Sect behind him, he felt the fear in his heart, gritted his teeth, and flew down the mountain, silently saying to himself:
"There's no other way now; I can only trust him. It's a matter of life and death.... After me, Ziqi Peak will be without protection, and my junior brothers and sisters will likely struggle."
Before long, a large white banyan tree had appeared below him. Ling Yanzi's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly descended, while the two men behind him, having no reason to suspect a ruse, also followed suit and landed on the mountain.
"This place has beautiful scenery; it will be a fine resting place for my bones!"
