People from the Central Domain! Straying into a Formation!

The gray-robed man sheathed his saber and walked expressionlessly to the green-robed man's corpse. Crouching down, he stripped it of every resource.

Once he had finished, he stood and scanned his surroundings warily. Only after making sure no one had seen him did he turn and leave, disappearing into the dense forest.

Li Bufan and Lin Zhiyan hid behind a large tree nearby, watching everything.

He sent Lin Zhiyan a voice transmission. "Zhiyan, let's follow him."

Lin Zhiyan nodded.

The two followed silently behind the gray-robed man, keeping neither too close nor too far away. Completely unaware that he was being followed, the gray-robed man hurried through the dense forest and over the hills, traveling for roughly six hours.

At last, the gray-robed man stopped.

An open valley lay ahead.

Fires dotted the valley, where several dozen people had gathered.

They all wore the same clothing: fitted black outfits with a silver emblem embroidered on the chest.

Clearly, they were disciples of a sect.

The gray-robed man entered the valley and approached a tall young man, speaking to him respectfully.

The tall young man nodded and accepted the Storage Bag the gray-robed man handed him, putting it away without even looking inside.

Li Bufan and Lin Zhiyan hid in a nearby thicket, observing everything.

"Zhiyan, they seem to be talking about something. But why can't I understand what they're saying?" Li Bufan asked with a frown.

The language they spoke had strange pronunciations, completely different from the common tongue of the Eastern Domain. Li Bufan could only make out the general intonation, not the meaning.

Lin Zhiyan listened intently for a moment, and her expression shifted slightly.

"They're speaking the language of the Central Domain," she transmitted.

"The Central Domain?" Li Bufan's heart tightened.

The Central Domain was another continent