Hearing Lu Jianxing's voice, Yang Fei's heart tightened. He hurriedly said, "Senior, please calm your anger. Has my friend caught up? He means no harm."
Lu Jianxing snorted coldly, "It's this youngster, merely a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, yet he dares to tail me. If I don't show him some power, he won't know the rules of the Cultivation World."
As he spoke, the Flying Sword halted, turned in mid-air, and was about to return.
Yang Fei quickly said, "Senior, you came to Earth for something important. Why waste time on such matters? Moreover, my friend might be worried about me. His strength is weak and poses no threat to you. Why bother with him?"
Lu Jianxing glanced at him, seemingly considering whether to give Yang Fei this face.
