Feng Ying and Yu hurried through the enormous mine tunnel with their heads down.
Suddenly, they heard unusual footsteps ahead.
Instinctively, the two spread out to find cover while faintly closing in from opposite sides. Feng Ying drew her blade, ready to fight at any moment, while Yu unfolded her mechanical crossbow. Their close-quarters and long-range coordination was practiced and seamless as they waited silently for the other party to enter their attack range.
Who would have thought the other party was equally seasoned in the Jianghu, concealing their aura and remaining hidden in wary vigilance.
Things were rather awkward now.
If both sides were masters of the art of lying low, they might remain silent for months. More awkward still would be discovering in the end that they were not enemies at all, wasting precious time for nothing.
After a moment of silence, the other side could not help speaking first. The voice drifted about, making it impossible to pinpoint its source.
"Friend, we have never met, and we bear each other neither grievance nor enmity. How about we leave each other alone?"
Hearing this, they guessed the other party was also a stowaway. He had the air of someone who had spent years roaming the Jianghu, perhaps an idle Rogue Cultivator who had become an immortal.
After Yu nodded to Feng Ying, she remained hidden while Feng Ying answered.
"That would be best. We shall each take the right side and part ways here."
The other party readily agreed.
"Good."
After reaching their agreement, Feng Ying and the other party revealed themselves at the same time. The other was a boy who looked about nine years old. Keeping to their respective right sides, they cupped their fists from afar in greeting before cautiously passing one another. Once he