247 Ji Ning Battles a Primal Daoist

Daoist Snowplume soared onto a cloud, then stood there in midair, staring towards the opposite Ji Ning.

"Little Qing, Uncle White, the two of you, stay farther away," Ning instructed. This was a competition between himself and Daoist Snowplume; there was no need for Uncle White or Little Qing to interfere.

"Ning, son, be careful," the Whitewater Hound instructed.

"Master, beat the crap out of that old Daoist!" Little Qing clenched her fists, full of anticipation. Although she didn't know exactly how strong Ning was, she knew he was unfathomably stronger than he had been when they had met in the wild marshes of the Gaol Mountains.

...

Daoist Snowplume and Ji Ning both stood there in the air, staring at each other.

"They are actually going to fight?!"

Adept Xu Ke and the gray-robed man both watched with eyes filled with amazement.