Third Master Li!
Di Hong supported Lin Bai as they chatted with the dozen or so other martial artists, heading out of the Celestial Peak Mountain Range. Having hunted down a giant beast, they were all especially happy and delighted.
Along the way, when Lin Bai saw the excitement and wild joy on Di Hong's face at the thought of hunting down a giant beast and refining a fine suit of leather armor for his daughter, he could not help feeling moved.
But the group had barely gone a thousand meters when a sinister, mocking chuckle came from the forest. "Ohoho, isn't this Di Hong's monster-hunting team?"
Hearing that voice, Lin Bai hurriedly raised his head. After a rustle of leaves in the forest ahead, more than twenty martial artists emerged. Every one of them bore wounds, and the precious swords and sharp blades in their hands were still wet with blood. They looked as if they had just returned from hell.
Di Hong and the other martial artists heard the voice and turned solemn. They looked toward the more than twenty martial artists in the forest, their expressions growing especially grave when they saw the effeminate man among them.
"Third Master Li."
Among the more than twenty martial artists who had appeared in the forest was a delicate-looking young man. He was also a martial artist at the perfected Yang God Realm. His body was thin and gaunt, and his face was pale, as if he had only just recovered from a serious illness. He looked so frail that even a gentle breeze might blow him away.
Yet the wickedly alluring power radiating from this effeminate man was extremely intimidating.
"Third Master Li?" Lin Bai was slightly taken aback when he heard Di Hong.
Di Hong's expression turned solemn.