They held their magic artifacts, with Qingyun Sect identity tokens hanging on their waists, carefully searching along a small path.
Luo Qingchen gestured to Lin Wan'er and Su Xiaowan not to make any sudden moves.
He carefully observed the patrol disciples' route and the distance between them.
Although these patrol disciples were vigilant, their coordination was slightly unfamiliar, clearly a temporarily assembled team.
"Wait for them to pass."
Luo Qingchen mouthed to the two women.
Forcing a confrontation was obviously not a wise choice; once engaged in battle, it could easily attract more enemies.
The patrol disciples gradually walked away, and the sounds of footsteps and conversation disappeared into the night.
Only then did Luo Qingchen breathe a sigh of relief, signaling the two women that they could come out.
"Looks like Fang Zhenxiong is determined to catch us."
Su Xiaowan pouted.
