A Small Fight

But just then, the sound of footsteps echoed from the nearby woods, and suddenly, three male disciples dressed in Barbarian Ghost Sect attire emerged, all in their twenties. Upon catching sight of Liu Ming with a fish basket on his back by the pond, they all paused slightly,

Liu Ming, noticing this, frowned subtly but merely nodded his head and proceeded to summon the Flight Technique, as a lump of grey cloud coalesced beneath him.

At this moment, one of the three male disciples, after scanning the bamboo pole inserted at an angle by the pond and the odd scales of fish scattered nearby, had his eyes light up. With a move of his arm, a golden-gloved palm thrust toward the empty space where Liu Ming stood.

With a "pfft" sound,

a ball of golden mist burst forth, shooting straight towards Liu Ming.

Liu Ming, taken aback, instinctively shifted his feet and flew down from the grey cloud, landing steadily a few yards away.