Fabre flew all the way to the sea, far from the coastline, but the cloud relentlessly pursued him. He suddenly turned and said, "Earth Master, aren't you tired?"
The cloud spread open, revealing Gu Chun's figure. Gu Chun, usually like an old rural cadre, stood on the cloud wielding a vine staff, looking exactly like an old Immortal.
He leisurely said, "Why so agitated? Wipe your nosebleed first."
Fabre pursed his lips, with two trails of blood flowing from his nostrils, even a few drops had stained his clothes in front.
The impact earlier not only broke his right arm but also exerted power on his body, although not severely injured, he was hurt nonetheless.
Fabre didn't wipe the nosebleed but stayed on high alert, looking at Gu Chun: "Is this a trap you've set?"
