The bitter wind howled through the cracks between the mountain rocks, its low roar echoing in the air.
The man's expression was stern as he asked, "How is it?"
A disciple answered respectfully, "Senior Brother Yu, everything is normal."
The man nodded, then walked into the darkness.
He followed the narrow path along the mountain stream at an unhurried pace, taking in the situation across every part of Paper Figure Peak.
But just then, his footsteps suddenly halted.
The man narrowed his eyes and looked toward one spot. Then he said, "You've followed me all this way. Could it be that you're still unwilling to show yourself?"
"There aren't many direct-line disciples left on Paper Figure Peak, and there are even fewer who are skilled at concealing their aura."
"Let me guess. Are you someone that old ghost secretly raised?"
After his voice faded, the surroundings remained deathly silent.
The man's brows drew together slightly. Just as he was about to step forward, his pupils suddenly shrank violently.
In the darkness, a figure slowly emerged, its entire body radiating an eerie aura. The strangest thing was that no matter how carefully the man looked, he still couldn't make out its true appearance.
"Not a paper figure!"
The man's heart tightened, but he still said coldly, "Who exactly are you?"
The next second, crimson Sword Qi swept across like a brilliant ribbon, enveloping everything ahead as countless rocks collapsed and disintegrated.
When the smoke and dust cleared, the figure remained completely unharmed.
It continued standing in the darkness, fixing the man with a pair of icy eyes.
The man's expression shifted, and he immediately turned to leave.
However, he was still a step too late.
A claw appeared from thin air in the darkness, ignoring the man's protective qi as it