The group in the Taoist temple was well dressed and had guards with them, yet the young man and woman at its center both carried faint worry in their eyes and expressions.
The bonfire blazed fiercely, driving away the surrounding chill and slowly drying the ground around it.
It seemed they had been here for quite some time. Otherwise, the ground beside the fire could not have dried completely so quickly.
"Brother, when will Martial Uncle and the others arrive? We've already waited two days. Even if this place is extremely well hidden, what if..." The girl asked softly, her voice tinged with worry.
"Don't worry. They should be here soon. Perhaps they were delayed on the way." The young man frowned slightly, doing his best to sound relaxed.
His name was Lian Shuihan. He and his younger sister, Lian Youran, were true disciples of the Purple One Sect. But not long ago, the Purple One Sect had suffered a sudden upheaval. Their sect master had been gravely wounded, and only days after returning, he had died and passed from the world.
Afterward, their old rival, the Natural Sect, learned the news and launched a massive assault. The Purple One Sect was no match for them and collapsed in defeat. Its many experts scattered in all directions, each fleeing with the sect's unusual treasures and other possessions.
The siblings were one such group.
They had come here to seek help from their own relative—the grandfather of Lian Shuihan and Lian Youran.
Both sides had agreed to wait here.
With the Purple One Sect defeated, the siblings' only hope was the protection of their grandfather, Li Chong, Silver Lock Across the River.
What worried them now was that if their grandfather failed to arrive in time and the Natural Sect's pursuers