The mountain forest was lush and green. The afternoon sun filtered through layers of branches and leaves, scattering flecks of light across the ground blanketed in fallen foliage.
Three figures in deep blue darted through the woods. Their speed was astonishing, yet strangely, they stirred almost no wind.
Lei Zheng led the way, his steps steady. His aura was contained, yet it faintly exuded a heart-stopping, oppressive presence.
Leng Ling and Han Yue followed close behind. The three maintained a constant distance of no more than thirty feet between them, moving in perfect, unspoken coordination.
"Who goes there?"
After a pursuit of only a few miles, Lei Zheng suddenly came to a halt.
Leng Ling and Han Yue stopped as well, their gazes following his.
In the middle of the mountain path stood a man.
An old man.
He wore a deep cyan robe, its hem fluttering slightly in the mountain wind.
