This was a deep mountain where only foxes and wolves roamed at night. Zi Huang, like a silent and charming spirit, hidden in the shadows of trees, followed a good friend further and further away.
But in reality, they had only been walking for half a quarter of an hour. When he looked back and could no longer see the campfire from the base, several hawk-like dark figures swept in front of Zhang Zijing with the sound of slicing wind.
The aura revealed in that fleeting moment caused Zi Huang to abruptly halt his movement, holding his breath and vital energy tightly in check.
An Eight Level...and a full three at Seven Level.
The sudden appearance of Zhang Zijing had clearly disturbed them too, and the force sent to check was already comparable to a sect renowned enough to be established in the mountains.
