Xia Shuqi was still as lacking in manners as ever. Of course, anyone who had their skull cracked open and nearly had their brains beaten out would find it hard to save face. Su Tong did not bother holding it against him, but he truly did not know the swordsman's identity. After a brief hesitation, Xia Shuqi was already too impatient to wait.
"Was his surname Yu?"
"Yu?"
Su Tong had not heard of any renowned swordsman surnamed Yu in recent years, so he could only shake his head. Xia Shuqi unconsciously touched the wound on his forehead. "Not Yu? Then why did it feel so alike?"
Had this fellow once taken a sword to the head in the same manner? Su Tong suppressed a laugh and was about to take his leave when a bell hanging from his waist suddenly rang. At the same time, Xia Shuqi sensed a witchcraft response. They looked at each other and both cried out:
"Carefree Bird is here!"
Naturally, it was not that Carefree Bird itself had truly arrived. The bird was still thousands of miles away. Rather, it was an advance warning from the Yin Mountain Sect's distant sentries, using a special method to tell those here to prepare in advance.
By this timing, it was nearly two hours earlier than planned. Of course, no one had expected Carefree Bird to follow the plan, so it was not much of a surprise. There was simply no time to waste. Xia Shuqi immediately returned to the camp, while Su Tong hurried toward his position in the near-ground snare.
He had fled less than three li when he looked back and saw the wondrous sights manifested by the spirit-communication art vanish all at once, leaving only layer upon layer of smoke, like a surging,