Both men were in their twenties and dressed in Misty Hall attire. The one in front had a small mustache at the corner of his mouth, slightly yellow skin, and was half a head taller than Zhang Xiaohu. The one following behind was quite ordinary, the kind who would be easily overlooked in a crowd. However, Zhang Xiaohua couldn't help but laugh as soon as he saw him. Wasn't this the man who had been peeking at Creek Villa from the top of Shixin Peak that day?
Neither of them displayed any flying skills, only taking one step at a time along the faint narrow path, heading toward one side of the mountain ridge. Zhang Xiaohua didn't know why they were here, and it was almost dark. Seeing that they were disciples of the Misty Hall, Zhang Xiaohua didn't want to be spotted. He was about to use Earth Escape technique to leave when a sentence drifted by his ear: "Senior Brother Ding, there's something I'm not sure whether to mention or not."
