A lone figure walked on the path toward Ink Mountain.
He rested his hands behind him as he walked. With every step he took, his body would flash like a ghost, and he would appear three to four meters away.
The two disciples guarding the mountain gate noticed him, and their expressions changed.
"Who is it?"
One of the disciples took a step forward and shouted.
"This is the Mo Clan. Please state your identity," the other person also shouted.
The figure paused and stopped.
The two of them looked closely and could not help but be shocked.
The person was dressed in white, and his black hair fluttered in the wind. His face was blurry as if it was covered by fog. The disciples could tell that he was filled with killing intent.
'Oh no!' They thought.
One of them was about to ring the alarm bell on his waist.
