Several days later, Ning Daoran and Shen Luoyan had settled their strategy.
...
In the White Dragon River, the glistening emerald waves sooth the eye, yet on the opposite bank where the White Leaf Forest sways with the winds, endless hazards silently lurk.
"Swoosh—"
A golden streak of tunneling light crossed over the great river and hovered above the White Leaf Forest, solidifying into the figure of Ning Daoran. With one hand behind his back, his eyes intently gazed into the distance, speaking faintly, "Bone-Eroding Old Demon, you push me too far. Do you really think I, Master Qiu Shui, am such an easy target to squash?"
As he spoke, his hand swept out, immediately causing flames to sweep across the sky. The fierce flames were unparalleled in intensity, ignited by the Nine Yang Extreme Flames, burning rapidly northward through the woods.
