"The day I master the *White Emperor's Discourse on the Geng-Xin Sword Sutra*, I'll come for you! Just you wait with your neck washed clean!"
With that, Qiao Yu flew through the air on a wave of roiling golden qi and landed before Jiang Yi.
"How impressive, Miss Xiaoqiao."
Jiang Yi praised her with a smile as the token at his waist lit up. The grand formation enveloping Liuwu Mountain activated, and with the sound of a colossal gate crashing shut, the celestial gateway that had been forced open began to slowly close.
The majestic spirit roared in fury, its voice gradually fading:
"Shameless scoundrels! Barbarian Demons..."
Once the commotion died down, Jiang Yi looked at Qiao Yu.
"Miss Xiaoqiao, you shouldn't have taken such a risk. Liuwu Mountain is a forbidden place."
"Besides, how can the daughter of True Monarch Qiao of the Sword Discourse Pavilion act like a common thief?"
Qiao Yu wrinkled her delicate nose and huffed.
