At this moment, atop a perilous mountain peak.
A figure stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at Xiao Yan and Xun Er in the distant sky.
A lock of black-and-white hair drifted gently before his forehead, beneath which was revealed a pair of eyes as cold as those of an Asura.
"Xiao Yan has finally arrived..."
A soft chuckle suddenly rang out. Behind the figure, a silver-robed man appeared in an eerie manner.
"Gu Yao, it seems Xun Er truly has a close relationship with him. Are you still unwilling to give up?"
The silver-robed man looked at the black-and-white-haired man before him and smiled mockingly.
"He is not a member of the Ancient Clan, so he cannot be with Xun Er."
Gu Yao's voice was utterly calm, without the slightest fluctuation, as though he were speaking of something trivial.
"I will personally remind him."
The silver-robed man smiled.
"And if he insists on staying?"
Gu Yao slightly raised his eyes and murmured.
"Then kill him."
His gaze pierced through layer upon layer of space and fell upon the black-robed figure, like an Asura staring down its prey.
In the distance, Xiao Yan suddenly sensed something and sharply turned his gaze toward that verdant peak.
There, an icy killing intent was locking onto him without the slightest concealment.
Xiao Yan's expression did not change. Only the corners of his lips lifted slightly.
As expected, he had come.
A true top expert among the Ancient Clan's younger generation.
One of the commanders of the Black Annihilation Army.
He slowly withdrew his gaze and looked at Xun Er beside him.
"Let's go."
Xun Er nodded, and the group swept toward the depths of the mountain range.
Behind them, that icy gaze remained fixed tightly upon them.
The day passed peacefully.