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"": "The night was so deep that the faint moonlight barely defined the three figures' shadows. The darkness lent an even colder edge to Bai Xian's chilly, pretty face.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Fourth Master Gray cried out.
At the same time, Little Gray Spirit climbed onto Xu Lu's shoulder, the fur around its neck bristling.
Xu Lu instantly braced himself for a formidable enemy.
Luo Bin tightened his grip on the White Flower Lantern and drew his Woodcutter's Knife with his other hand, scanning their surroundings warily.
In that moment of silence, even the wind seemed to vanish. They could have heard a pin drop.
A figure shot out from the foot of the mountain ahead and stopped before the three of them.
It was none other than Bai Zihua!
His purple Daoist robe looked even darker beneath the dim moonlight.
His silver-white hair did not make him look decrepit. With his almost unlined face, impeccably arranged ceremonial cap, and height of over six feet, Bai Zihua stood like an ancient pine, unshakable.
Seven figures followed him: Bai Yi and six Red-Robed Taoists.
"Fuck... goddamn it. Of all the people to run into..." Xu Lu spat hard onto the ground.
How could he have expected to encounter these Taoists from Divine Firmament Mountain here?
By rights, they should have been chasing Zhou Sanming. How had they ended up at the tail end of Elephant Mountain? It made absolutely no sense.
The Red-Robed Taoists stared coldly at the three of them, murderous intent boiling on every face.
Had Divine Firmament Mountain not kept pursuing Luo Bin and his companions, it would never have suffered such heavy losses.
Now, one disciple had definitely been drained dry, five had been captured, and an elder had likewise fallen into Zhou