Zimo walked calmly among the tall mountains with both hands behind his back. His eyes scanned the surroundings. Behind him, his four students were not as calm as he was.
They cautiously looked at everything, expecting some sudden attack. This was the territory of the infamous Blood Skull Bandits. Therefore, they couldn't be too careful.
Though Zimo was leading randomly, those with keen eyes would see he was following a certain pattern. As they journeyed deep into the Purple Mist Mountain range, the journey became more difficult with the uneven terrain.
In a secluded corner, five groups of men stood with stern expressions on their faces.
"Do you think they are after us?" One of the men asked.
"I don't know… but I've been keeping an eye on them, and they are getting closer to our hideout," another person responded.
"You're right. In the next couple of minutes, they're going to find out our hideout."
"What should we do?"
