Not far from the enchanting Summer Dust Valley, a band of a hundred men, clad in gleaming full protective armor, skillfully concealed themselves amidst the lush greenery and foliage. They maintained a vigilant watch, their senses attuned to every subtle shift in the surroundings, determined not to attract undue attention.
"My lord, I apologize for the abrupt interruption, but I strongly advise against provoking those individuals," spoke a man whose armor was adorned with the remnants of fallen leaves. Fear etched deep within his eyes as he bore witness to the fierce clash between Old Wi and the Kunlun Sect ancestor. The display of profound cultivation prowess surpassed anything he had ever seen, leaving no doubt that their own forces were no match for these formidable experts.
