This treasure indeed flies slowly; as long as the cultivator's escape technique isn't too poor, they can carefully dodge and avoid it, posing no real threat. After a brief thought, he decided not to confront it head-on, unfurled his Flying Sword, and charged to the clouds, intending to loop past it from above.
Yan Huixin also realized that this treasure couldn't trap Zhang Yan, so he merely used it to buy time. He muttered incantations under his breath, and after a short while, he pointed at the moon pattern on the banner's surface, which immediately emitted a bright radiant light, illuminating a spot seven feet in front of him, from which a young cultivator strode out leisurely.
This person's appearance was outstanding; his skin was smooth as jade, his eyes clear, dressed in Daoist clothes, and he wore no crown on his head. Unlike those previous demons who lacked intelligence, his gaze settled on Yan Huixin, and he said, "I remember you are a disciple of Daoist Song?"
