Swish! Swish!
The movement alerted the few guards from the Zhan Clan who had been guarding Mystic Divine Mountain. More than ten four- or five-star martial artists rushed up the mountain as fast as they could. They saw a body dyed red with blood. Once they recognized the man's face, all of them knelt down in fear and shouted, "Greetings, Jiang Thearch!"
Jiang Yi scanned the group and waved his hand. At the same time, he wiped the blood off the corner of his mouth and smiled. "Alright, don't worry. Be dismissed. I need to recuperate in silence."
"Understood!"
