Southwestern Barren Mountains.
Gao Fei lay in wait near the Yin Yang Sect, pondering over the token these past two days. If he could destroy the token, the threatening Killing Formation wouldn't be able to activate, and he would then be able to stride boldly into the Yin Yang Sect to rescue people.
The crux of the issue was... the token was in Xiong Batian's hands, and destroying it was easier said than done.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
A faint sound of footsteps came from behind.
"Who's there!" Gao Fei swiftly turned around, a gleaming Sharp Sword appearing in his palm.
"Hold your hand... it's me..." A young man dressed in ancient robes hurriedly shouted.
