The newcomers were Liu Fengzhu and Shui Zhongjing. Both were covered in blood, their faces etched with exhaustion.
The chaotic battle had lasted for nearly half a cup of tea. Only when the precious medicines and spiritual soil began to turn to ash did the bloody fighting finally cease.
Liu Fengzhu and Shui Zhongjing watched the great handfuls of precious medicines they had snatched from their rivals gradually turn to ash. Their hearts sank into an icy sea at the same time. Too grief-stricken to dwell on it, they raced toward the dense forest.
Both were skilled trackers. Following the traces, they soon arrived.
Seeing Zhou Shirong sprawled unconscious on the ground, Liu Fengzhu's already dark expression turned livid. He rushed over in a single bound.
After hearing what had happened, Liu and Shui stood dumbstruck. Even men as shrewd and knowledgeable as they were couldn't understand how such a scene had come about.
But neither had any mind to dwell on it. Liu Fengzhu took the white crystal from Zhou Shirong's hand, gave Xue Zihan a few instructions, then plunged headlong into the depths of the forest.
Shui Zhongjing guessed that the white crystal must be connected to tracking the thief. He told Shui Mingyue to return the way they had come and take command of the Shui family disciples, then darted off in pursuit of Liu Fengzhu.
The white crystal was indeed a tracking tool designed to work with the guiding incense.
Liu Fengzhu kept his eyes on the white crystal as he sprinted at full speed. Then, all of a sudden, he stopped. The white crystal clearly showed the target moving away at incredible speed; the farther Liu pursued, the farther away it got. He couldn't have imagined this result in a million years. The other man