Lin Bai and Leng Xingguang exchanged a glance, concealed their auras, slipped into the mountain forest, and quietly approached the site of the battle.
At the upper-middle section of Pine Cloud Peak, several palaces had already been reduced to ashes amid the flames.
A blue-robed man with an otherworldly bearing stood proudly in the night, a long sword in hand. The mountain wind brushed past, lifting his hair and the hems of his robes. His expression was cold and aloof, his eyes icy, and an overwhelming arrogance showed between his brows.
He was not very old, appearing to be only a little over thirty.
The people surrounding the blue-robed man were the same group of strange individuals Lin Bai and Leng Xingguang had encountered earlier.
Special arrays concealed their faces and auras beneath their robes. Even standing face-to-face with them, one could not make out their features.
"No wonder you're Li Songyun, once famous throughout the world. Even after we ambushed you, you were still able to counterattack in an instant and kill several of us."
Among the many mysterious figures surrounding Li Songyun, one of them now let out a cold, sinister, grating laugh.
From the voice, it sounded like an old man.
"Who are you? How dare you cause trouble in my Evil Moon Sect?"
The blue-robed man, Li Songyun, remained cold and composed. Even when surrounded by dozens of enemies, he showed no fear. His expression was calm, and his sword gleamed with a frigid light.
"Heh heh, who we are isn't important. Our purpose here is very simple: we want to ask you to hand over those things."
The aged voice came again, making it impossible to tell who had spoken.
The voice echoed through the empty, secluded mountain forest.
"Li doesn't know what you're talking