The huge tree fell with a loud crash before the Black Knights before it shattered.
The black knight in the lead looked up before he gave the archer, Old Third, who was still hovering in the air, a meaningful look.
Old Third landed on his steed.
"I shall convey your message."
After that, the troop of black knights hurried along the small path toward the Divine Capital.
Shortly after, peace and quiet returned to the forest. Mingshi Yin walked out from behind a huge tree. He looked at the leaving black knights with interest. "Since four of them are so strong, it's impossible for Fan Xiu Wen to be weak. Oh, master, who are you trying to provoke this time?"
