While Yuan Hu fled Mianzhu County under the cover of Quan Cang and two other members of the Demon Race, Quan Cang's group was locked in a standoff with Lu Shan, Zi Luan, and their companion. At that moment, a streak of light shot in from the distant horizon, landing ten li to their south in the blink of an eye.
It was the 'late' Wang Ping!
"Fellow Daoist, you've arrived just in time." Zi Luan greeted Wang Ping with a cheerful smile.
"I was halfway here when I suddenly thought of something, so I made some other arrangements," Wang Ping replied, also smiling cheerfully.
"Oh?"
Zi Luan conversed with Wang Ping as if no one else was there. "I imagine Fellow Daoist anticipated this situation and made arrangements to deal with it?"
Wang Ping nodded. "Of course!"
