In the night, Qin Ming's robes carried drifting clouds as he stood suspended in midair, gazing toward the end of the sky.
The pendant hanging from his thigh, Bai Meng, asked, "Brother Ming, what's wrong?"
"An opponent is coming." He answered, and began making the corresponding preparations.
The four pendants all grew tense.
"Could it be that a Grandmaster Level powerhouse is approaching?" Mr. Pei's expression was solemn; he felt Qin Ming's combat strength was terrifying and that any invading enemy had to be overestimated, hence his guess.
Qin Ming slowly descended onto a mountain rich with vegetation. Tang Yushang, who was holding his arm, and Bai Meng and the others clinging to his leg, all very consciously let go.
Golden silk, like fine rain, densely wove through the night sky, peeling away from Pei Shuyan and Cheng Cheng's bodies and returning to Qin Ming. He needed to maintain his peak state.
