Gazing out into the mountain forest, all one could see was a dark mass. After Wang Anfeng had spoken, a long silence ensued. Just when even Yuchi Jie began to doubt if he had heard correctly, a laugh came from the darkness.
Now, they were walking on a mountain path that twisted up like a serpent. On one side was a rather steep cliff face, and on the other was a steep slope. A single misstep could send one tumbling down the mountain.
Without some skills, one would most likely end up with a battered and bleeding head, no better looking than a smashed egg.
The laughter came from the side of the steep slope. Accompanied by a whooshing sound, a muscular giant of a man with a thick beard unexpectedly descended from above, landing firmly five steps in front of Wang Anfeng and the others. He gripped an iron wind-splitting saber in his right hand, and his copper bell-like eyes had an intimidating presence.
