"Taoist fellow, save me..."
"Hand over the precious medicine!"
......
Since Li Xuanling had resolved to return to the south, he naturally flew straight southward. Along the way, chaos reigned—one moment it was a clash between immortals and demons as treasures emerged, another it was Buddhist practitioners subduing monsters with both sides suffering; it seemed as though there were opportunities to take advantage of, but Li Xuanling, anxious to return home, kept his head down, flying southward without pausing for a moment.
In the Li Family, Li Xuanling had the most profound grasp of the River Rapids Step, so along the way not even a leaf touched his body. He rode the wind safely past dangers, soon arriving at the great river on the border of Xu Country. The surging waves rolled by in torrents, waves crashing against the banks in layer upon layer, pure white and crystalline—a sweeping, majestic sight that stirred the soul.
