Changqing's face was deathly pale, all traces of blood drained; his chest had just been struck, leaving him with no chance to react at all.
At that very moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Changqing. This person swept his duster, directly brushing away the chill-laden blade flung by the Azure Ox, saving Changqing's life in the nick of time.
"Who?!" Liu Daoyuan, who had planned to kill Changqing and then head to Lu Yuan, saw Changqing rescued and couldn't help but roar in anger.
Huang Ting caught Changqing and landed, flicking his duster as he said, "Greetings, fellow Daoist."
"I see your cultivation is not shallow; how can you not perceive the situation and help such a traitor?" Liu Daoyuan said.
"Fellow Daoist, the world has changed." Huang Ting shook his head. "The Great Tang's fate is in decline, but you have yet to see through it."
"Nonsense." Liu Daoyuan swung his staff, and once again a stag soul howled forth, charging straight at Huang Ting.
