A short distance away, atop a hill surrounded by thick jungle, several people stood prominently, observing the fierce battle below with indecisive looks.
"Can you believe it? Someone's already made a move!" exclaimed a young man, his brows deeply furrowed and his eyes filled with anger.
This man, clad in a luxurious brocade robe, his face slick and hair neatly styled, was none other than Zhou Yihe, the flamboyant second young master of the Zhou Clan, previously encountered by Lin Feng.
Beside him, slightly to the rear, stood a middle-aged cultivator, his attire a simple brown robe and his face showing signs of age and exposure. In his hands, he held a map, his expression mirroring the young master's concern with a similarly furrowed brow.
