"Heh..."
"Looks like I made it just in time!"
A lean monkey clad in brown tiger skin soft armor, with lush hair, a long tail, and eyes as red as fire, sporting a menacing look resembling a ferocious ghost, rushes forward. He's wielding an ink-black iron rod that emits black light all over its body. With a twirl of the rod in his hand, he calls out to the white-robed figure frantically fleeing towards him, "That Bai He you were talking about, didn't kill you yet, did he?"
The newcomer was Yue Rong King.
Years ago, he had been entrusted by Bai Lang, who gave him a small flute. If he ever needed help, a blow on the flute would alert him.
Not too long ago, the flute sound he hadn't heard for years rang in his ear.
Yue Rong King immediately took off in full force towards Mount Taiping.
Luckily, it seems he reached there just in time.
He vaguely remembered the man in the white cloak – he knew he was an underling of Bai Lang.
