In the distance, the white-haired old man, who had also barely steadied his own injuries, heard his distant call and, unable to suppress the surging blood in his chest, opened his mouth and spurted out a mouthful of coagulated blood in a furious roar, "Shameless child, unworthy of your ancestors, I swear I will kill you!"
After a while, an even more distant voice came through, "Then why don't you come..."
The white-haired old man, while hurriedly rushing toward Mount Longhu, stubbornly retorted, "Why don't you stop running then!"
Meanwhile, Yang Ge, who was desperately running away, also stubbornly retorted, "I'm not running away, come find me if you can!"
The two of them ran back-to-back, clearly one running faster than the other, yet their words grew more vigorous.
In another direction, in the woods, two people hidden by straw hats made from branches lay behind a small hill, staring agape at the swath of forest that seemed ravaged by a mountain torrent.