Lying prone in the bushes, Fang Han circulated the Returning Ruins Hidden Essence Skill with all his might, his aura retracting until he was like a lifeless stone.
His gaze pierced through the gaps in the leaves, fixed on the winding mountain path.
'Here they come.'
A dozen or so figures emerged from the depths of the dense forest. Their steps were swift, yet they made almost no sound.
They wore two different colors of tight-fitting attire. One group was in deep blue, with silver lightning patterns embroidered on their cuffs. The other was in crimson red, with flame patterns embroidered in gold thread on the hems of their robes.
They were the people from Thunderlight Pavilion and the Red Flame Sect.
Among them, two men had exceptionally powerful auras.
One was tall and slender, dressed in a deep blue long robe. He had a square face, and a sharp glint would flash in his narrow eyes as he blinked—
This was Xue Yuanlang, a First-Grade Elder of Thunderlight Pavilion.
