The night wind was cool and pleasant, blowing away much of the day's heat.
The sound of the rippling Lingxi River was in the distance.
Su Ping and Old Sha did not have to wait too long. Sure enough, it wasn't long before another spatial ripple slowly appeared.
That small figure of the Paperman appeared before their eyes once more.
The Paperman was almost instantaneously in action, drawing the paper sword in its hand as it appeared.
With a flash of the blade, the Wolf Tobacco in front was cleanly split apart.
But this time, the Paperman's movements hesitated slightly.
This was because the figure it had been battling just a few days ago was now standing far away, showing no apparent intention of engaging with it.
The paper sword returned to its sheath, and the Paperman yelled out to the distant figure, "WAH! (To fight… to strike, a true… Swordsman will never give up on defeating an opponent!)"
