As they opened their eyes to look, a mottled figure suddenly appeared between Li Ziru and Tong Ying. With long hair whipping in the strong wind, the figure struck both men’s chests with palms that hit with a powerful jolt, forcing them apart.
Both men stumbled back two or three zhang before they could stop.
Li Ziru looked at the woman who had suddenly materialized, his face etched with shock.
She wasn't dead?
Hadn't Yazhi said she and that fellow Baili had fallen off the cliff?
Chapter 147