As Yellow Eyebrow Old Monk uttered a low shout, seven or eight figures either transformed into blood mist, were shrouded in black smoke, or turned into a flash of white light, dispersing towards the mountains surrounding the small city.
Only Yellow Eyebrow Old Monk and a scholar with a ghostly pale face, as if covered with a layer of powder, remained at the original spot.
"Taoist Friend Li, it's up to you now."
Yellow Eyebrow Old Monk nodded slightly.
The scholar surnamed Li gave a sinister smile, opening his palm, and a piece of tattered cloth flew out from his chest, seemingly torn from the corner of a flag.
A glint of pride flashed in the scholar's eyes,
"This Ancient Artifact of mine, though it neither harms people nor protects oneself, its concealing ability is unparalleled in the world."
