"Those three people are monks from a sect in Black Cloud Valley, hundreds of miles away in Mount Qilian, and they covet the spiritual veins of our Spring and Autumn Pavilion, intending to claim them as their own. Tonight, they took advantage of our unpreparedness and launched a surprise attack on the Spring and Autumn Pavilion. Several of my disciples were killed, and if it weren't for Junior Brother Shen arriving in time, I'm afraid we would have really faced death today," Qin Ming said.
As he spoke words of gratitude, he took the opportunity to scrutinize this Junior Brother Shen, but he could not discern the level of his strength at all, which made him all the more alarmed.
Shen Luo nodded slightly. The spirit veins of Qinghua Mountain were indeed desirable, and with Qin Ming and his companion's weak strength, they naturally became an easy target.
"When did this Black Cloud Valley sect emerge in Mount Qilian?" he then asked.
