A light breeze rose in the night.
Branches rustled and swayed, and fallen leaves kept drifting down.
It was the season when flowers bloomed, and Lin Heng's figure wove swiftly through the forest.
Perhaps he had been moving too fast, because after nearly half an hour had passed, there was not even the slightest shadow behind him.
So, in the end, he simply stopped where he was.
He deliberately put on the appearance of resting and adjusting himself.
Before long, several abnormal auras surfaced. Listening to the wind entering his ears... there were a full six people.
The six of them saw the white-robed young man holding a sword and leaning against a tree.
He even had a blade of grass in his mouth, looking as relaxed as if he were strolling through a quiet courtyard, as though he had been deliberately waiting for them.
Wu Chen naturally saw what he meant. He was annoyed that they were following too slowly.
"Interesting. The last person who dared act wildly in front of this young master was beaten half to death by me, and I dug out his eyes too!"
"Alliance Leader Lin, what impressive bearing. You were even kind enough to stop and wait for us."
"I am Wu Chen, young hall master of Black Tortoise Hall."
Wu Chen stepped forward until he was no more than ten paces from Lin Heng, then put on an act and cupped his hands.
He wore a tight martial outfit, with a leather cap on his head. Though young, he gave off a strange, non-mainstream air.
Those who did not know better might have thought these people had walked out from some mountain ditch and had never seen the world.
Perhaps they had hidden from the world for too long. These Martial Path