At that moment, seven or eight people were racing through the mountains, searching the Cloud Mist Mountain Range for its various treasures and hoping to reap a rich harvest.
The person leading them was Miao Ze.
He hadn't headed straight for the center of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. Instead, he'd chosen to search the surrounding area for spirit herbs, intending to strip the place clean before heading into the center to fight for the Water of Life.
After all, obtaining the Water of Life was extremely difficult. If they failed to get it within the allotted time, then their trip into the Cloud Mist Mountain Range would have been a complete waste.
So they planned to gather some spirit herbs as compensation. That way, even if they failed to get the Water of Life, they wouldn't have come all this way for nothing.
"Brother Miao, look! Isn't that kid Xia Ping?" Suddenly, one student with exceptionally sharp eyes spotted Xia Ping three or four kilometers away.
He'd cultivated the Eagle Eye Technique. Even from ten kilometers away, he could see the enemy's movements with razor-sharp clarity, almost like a real eagle.
"What? Xia Ping?!" At those words, Miao Ze immediately perked up. In fact, one reason he'd chosen to search the area for spirit herbs was that he hoped to find Xia Ping and get revenge.
But after searching for three whole days, he hadn't found a trace of Xia Ping. Now he'd finally spotted him. It was a stroke of incredible luck.
"That's right. It's that damn bastard." Miao Ze stared into the distance and made out Xia Ping's figure. His hatred surged, and he couldn't help clenching his fists.
At that moment, he remembered the humiliation he'd suffered outside the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. He couldn't suppress