Dingshan
Ever since Lu Zhaojin entered Mount Qi territory, several figures hidden in the shadows had been watching him, seemingly confirming something—or perhaps fearing he might flee—so they followed him all the way.
Their methods of concealing their auras were far inferior to those of the man in black.
Lu Zhaojin did not know which direction to take for the Dingshan Sect, so he swung his sword at a certain spot. There stood a great tree. Sword Light flashed through its middle without harming the figure behind it in the slightest, yet the tree came crashing down, frightening the person into stillness. He feared the next sword stroke would be the one to bring him down.
Lu Zhaojin glanced at him. "Lead the way."
That man had been scared out of his wits by Lu Zhaojin's sword strike. He stood there dumbly, as though he had not heard him. Only when he saw Lu Zhaojin draw his sword again did he seem to wake from a dream—though it was still a nightmare. His soul nearly flew from his body, and he hurriedly fell to his knees and begged for mercy, promising to lead the way properly.
Lu Zhaojin's sword stroke flew out again, but it was not meant to kill him. It slew the others hidden in the darkness.
The kneeling man pressed his forehead against the earth. Gravel pierced his skin, but he did not dare make a sound. Listening to the thuds of heavy bodies hitting the ground, his curled-up body would not stop trembling.
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Lu Zhaojin sheathed his sword and said to the man, "Get up. Lead the way."
The man did not dare disobey Lu