A series of CRACKS echoed, as if something made of glass had shattered.
"This is impossible..."
A bloodcurdling scream echoed across the wilderness.
...
A man in black moved stealthily through a vast mountain range. He suddenly felt a chill on his head and instinctively looked up.
The once-misty sky had begun to drizzle, the fine threads of rain growing ever denser.
He muttered a curse and quickly circulated his True Qi, creating a barrier to ward off the rain as he sped into the distance.
He hadn't run a hundred meters before a figure abruptly appeared in his path.
"Venerable Master Yan?"
The man in black froze, stunned to see the other figure. He stopped and asked in surprise, "Venerable Lord? Did you escape from that bald donkey?"
But after a long moment, Yanxing didn't answer.
"Venerable Master Yan?"
