So, for the next several months, Li Qingyun followed everyone in guerrilla warfare.
Speaking of guerrilla tactics, it involved calculating which peak or temple was marked by an ominous sign of impending death and whose fate was due. Then, we targeted it for the day.
Once agreed, we'd sail over, kick in the front doors, and launch a massive attack, decapitating a hundred and fifty people, then, as the wind changed, we'd sound the retreat, turn our heads and go, fleeing rapidly; escaping was the best policy.
Predicament was that you'd neither have time to react nor the ability to fight back, and you couldn't catch up. We would strike whenever we wished and leave at our leisure; even the most adept practitioners could hardly withstand such tactics, and the local cultivators were left frayed and unable to find a moment's peace.