"Brother Little White!"
Hearing Little One's voice, Bai Yixin turned around and saw him covered in wounds. He wasn't gravely injured, but he was in pretty bad shape.
"Little One, were you surrounded?" Bai Yixin asked with a furrowed brow.
Bai Yixin knew what Little One was capable of. Few could stand against him, apart from the very strongest.
The only thing that could have left Little One in such poor shape, with no chance to recover, was running afoul of some Sealers, Bai Yixin reasoned.
"Yeah, Brother Little White. It was the Four Great Clans I extorted in the Void God Realm that time. They might have recognized me. I ran into several waves of their people trying to kill me on the mountain. They have Sealers who keep appearing like vengeful ghosts. A few times, I nearly met my end." Little One paused to catch his breath.
"But, heh heh, I also killed twenty or thirty people from three clans. I practically wiped out all their geniuses."
(The Kun Clan was wiped out in the ruins, along with the Li, Yuan, and Meng clans.)
"All right, I understand. I'll help you deal with the Sealers coming after you." One look at Little One's expression told Bai Yixin what he wanted: he'd come to ask for reinforcements.
For now, the Stone Forest at the mountain's summit was a no-fighting zone.
Little One had slaughtered all the geniuses of those three clans. That was bound to drive their Sealers mad. There was no way they'd let this go. They would certainly wait until Little One left before joining forces to punish him.
Little One knew it too, so he'd come to Treasure-Dividing Cliff. On the one hand, he wanted Bai Yixin's help; on the other, he hoped to find Ghost