Zhao Feng raised his head and called softly toward the sky:
"Uncle Jin, Uncle Gu, let's head back!"
As his words fell, two concealed figures appeared out of thin air high above.
During their conversation earlier, Xie Jinghan had learned these two seniors' names and cultivation realms.
The man in brocade robes on the left was Jin Qianbao, while the plainly dressed, unassuming man on the right was Gu Ping. Both were in the Golden Core Realm.
From high above, Jin Qianbao's calm voice drifted down.
"Young master, wait a moment."
"There's a little rat lurking in the shadows."
His invisible Golden Core spiritual sense spread out, enveloping the surrounding wilderness.
Everything within a hundred yards lay exposed.
Following Jin Qianbao's gaze, Xie Jinghan looked toward a dark corner of the mountain forest outside the village.
He detected nothing.
A faint light flashed in Jin Qianbao's palm, and an antique round copper coin with a square hole appeared out of thin air, shimmering with a treasured glow.
"Go."
He casually flicked it away.
Whoosh...
The copper coin tore through the air at blinding speed, striking precisely at that patch of darkness.
"Aaargh...!!"
A bloodcurdling scream rang out from the darkness.
A black-clad figure emerged, staggering, no longer able to conceal his presence.
The copper coin had struck his shoulder, splitting skin and flesh, and he tried to flee at full speed.
His movements were eerie and elusive, his speed astonishing.
Jin Qianbao scoffed, a trace of mockery in his voice:
"You still think you can run after taking my Golden Coin Dart? You really don't think anything of me!"
As his words fell, Jin Qianbao vanished, crossing dozens of yards in an instant.
He appeared in front of the figure fleeing in panic.
The figure had no time to react.