The moment Bi Fan finished speaking, a silver light flashed, and Feng Xuanzhi appeared at his side. He narrowed his long phoenix eyes and looked at Bi Fan coldly.
Xu Tinghan instinctively tightened his grip on the jade flute and chuckled. "I was wondering who it was. Turns out it's a familiar face—the Hunting List's joint second. Is it the bandage-wrapped blind man, or the Phoenix Clan's chief disciple, who supposedly succeeded in Nirvana?"
Feng Xuanzhi looked at him with calm, piercing eyes, but remained silent.
Xu Tinghan shrugged, seemingly unconcerned, and mocked him, "Only three of you? Doesn't seem like much of a threat!"
"You never know," Bi Fan said with a quiet laugh. Hidden beneath his sleeve, one hand was forming a formation on its own, threads of dim light streaming from his fingertips.
Unless someone paid close attention, or had the sensitivity of a Formation Master and could sense the fluctuations, it would be difficult to notice his furtive movement.
Xu Tinghan, however, was an exception. He lacked a Formation Master's sensitivity, but he had a sensing stone gifted to him by one.
The stone heated up whenever it detected the aura of a formation, and the stronger the formation, the hotter it grew. Earlier, it had been the stone's reaction that alerted him that he was nearing the formation surrounding that secret place.
Now the sensing stone was heating up again, putting him instantly on guard. He glanced at Bi Fan's hand and sneered. "So you're planning to use a formation to turn the odds in your favor? Too bad the Mo Fu Clan already fell for that once. We won't give you a second chance!"
He sprang into the air. A surging stream of spiritual energy lashed out like a gleaming ribbon. Wherever it passed,