After the black stream of air was blown away, it didn't disperse, but rather lingered in place and formed a cyclone, from which a rough voice emerged.
"Xuan Bing, don't waste your time here! Those two families' trials are about to start; they've indeed fallen for the lady's scheme this year, sending over two thousand people. These are the future of the two feudal towns. The lady has ordered you to go and properly attend to them."
Xuan Bing, the hunchbacked person, upon hearing this, had his snow-white pupils suddenly tinged with blood-red as he let out several low, grim laughs, saying: "Let the lady rest assured, the old Daoist will definitely attend to them properly, heh heh heh..."
The black air stream vanished immediately upon receiving Xuan Bing's reply.
Xuan Bing glanced south once more, shook his head, turned, and flew towards Danxue Peak in the north.
Six or seven kilometers south of Beining Village.
Two panic-stricken figures were frantically fleeing southward.
