Having reached a consensus, Xu Tingyun and the others immediately suggested that since the opportunity had presented itself, they might as well enter the mountain together tonight.
After all, entering the mountain a day earlier would prevent the Grandmaster behind the Pai Gang from getting there first.
They were now racing against time. Their opponent already held the initiative; if he obtained the opportunity, then their entering the mountain afterward would be in vain.
Meng Zhao did not care whether it was sooner or later, and Gan Mingfeng naturally had no objections. The group took their prepared supplies and, under cover of night, quietly headed toward Lishou Mountain.
The region beneath Lishou Mountain was vast. It had originally been dotted with several small villages, but with so many martial artists gathered there, it had become somewhat crowded and noisy. By all rights, even the slightest rustle of wind or grass should have been impossible to conceal from others.
However, Xu Tingyun and the others were all first-rate Innate Masters. Their movement techniques were swift, and their skill at concealing their presence was equally superb.
Gan Mingfeng's injuries should have made him a weak point, but Meng Zhao covertly covered for him. Thus, they drew no attention and arrived without incident at the foot of Lishou Mountain, black and silent, carrying a faintly sinister terror.
Torches burned along the obvious mountain paths throughout Lishou Mountain. Experts dispatched by the Pai Gang had sealed off the roads, numerous and well-equipped, with no shortage of powerful crossbows and sturdy bows. They had even erected temporary watchtowers and forts.
These people were not truly there to stop others from entering the mountain—given their martial arts, they could not have done so anyway. Their purpose was merely to serve as sentries.
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