Beside the official road outside Black Stone Hill, morning mist has not yet dissipated.
The dense forest blocks out the sun, and amidst the interwoven branches, two figures meld like shadows into the rocks.
Quietly hibernating atop the tree canopy.
It's Xu Xiaochun and Zou Qi.
Both restrained their entire aura, even their breathing was suppressed to a whisper.
Only two concentrated Divine Senses pierced through the thin mist, precisely locking onto the three vigilant escape lights in the distance.
Precisely Xiaoqiao, Qin Chuan, and Zhang Zhiwei.
"Could the person who took action be the junior brother?"
Xu Xiaochun first transmitted via Divine Sense.
His sinister brows furrowed tightly, his eyes swirling with unresolved suspicion.
The scene of the ambush at Black Stone Hill last night was still vividly etched in his mind.
The substantial magical power of Dong Cheng, at the late stage of Core Formation, was utterly powerless under the suddenly appearing phantom blade.
