There was a gathering on the mountains.
Hundreds of people, nimble as cats, converged towards a mountain peak. Every single one of them looked vicious.
In the middle of the group was a young man who appeared to be in his twenties. Compared to the fierce-looking subordinates, he seemed elegant, calm and confident. All his subordinates used swords or blades as their weapons, but he was holding onto a fan instead.
The fan looked more decorative than practical.
"Third Prince, we have now surrounded the Ring-Shaped Mountain. Even if that crazy person sprouts wings, he will not escape our grasp!" said a loyal subject with a cold, sinister smile.
The Third Prince put on a stern expression and chuckled. "We have to force this crazy person to surrender this time, Old Ming. He is really an exceptionally strong individual. He killed Heitian and his team single-handedly! This is exactly the kind of people we need. You must know that time is running out!"
