The pines cast ink-dark shadows, and the night wind swept through their needles with a rustling hiss.
Sheltered by the dense shade, the three figures raced through the forest.
They had barely traveled two li when a sharp light flashed in Shen Xiuhan's eyes. He suddenly raised a hand, pressing it downward!
Behind him, Pang Hai and Wang Yan stopped short, true qi circulating through their palms as their wary gazes swept the darkness among the trees.
Sure enough, a woman's voice drifted out of the forest ahead:
"Are you fellow cultivators from the Star-Picking Sect?"
As her words fell, a graceful figure floated down from a branch and landed on a bluestone rock three zhang away.
Her skin was as fair as creamy jade, a plain sword hung at her waist, and a faint smile touched her face. Every glance carried an indescribably alluring charm.
She was one of the Four Heroes, the foremost true disciple of the Qingyuan Sword Tower!
Shen Miaoyin!
Behind her, dozens of blue-clad figures emerged in succession, standing straight with longswords at their waists. All were elite disciples of the Qingyuan Sword Tower.
Han Li was among them!
Shen Xiuhan stepped slowly out of the woods and cupped his fists.
"Shen Xiuhan, chief disciple of the Listening Spring Court. Sorry for the wait!"
"Junior Brother Shen!?"
Shen Miaoyin's beautiful eyes brightened. She was about to exchange pleasantries when her body suddenly trembled!
A mysterious, ethereal ripple brushed over her like a gentle breeze.
Shen Miaoyin felt as though someone had seen straight through her entire body!
She knew this sensation all too well.
It was divine sense power!
And this divine sense had come from the stern young man before her!
Shen Miaoyin's eyes quivered as she stared at him in disbelief and blurted