Gusu City, Shantang Street.
In a secluded alley, there lay a quiet little courtyard.
Low, muffled roars echoed from the backyard; following the sound, one could see sticky emerald liquid splattered everywhere, and bits of leathery skin scattered all around.
"Daoist Fire Technique… good… good…"
In a pool of water, Shi Shougong was soaking in ice-cold water, mist constantly rising from the top of his head. Even though he had shed layer after layer of skin, the searing pain still lingered undiminished.
"You've encountered a true master."
At this moment, Su Shiyu came over, her gaze sharp as a blade, surveying the scene of chaos, finally settling on the disheveled Shi Shougong.
"If only you had arrived half a day earlier, you would have witnessed…"
Shi Shougong gritted his teeth, the scorched marks left by Infinite's finger were vaguely visible on his neck.
"The Daoists of Lao Mountain are not easy to handle. I barely escaped with my life." Su Shiyu shook her head.
