After the mist dissipated completely, silence settled over their surroundings once more.
Some of the injured rogue cultivators cast grateful glances at Su Jiu before beginning to regulate their breathing and recover.
Xia Jue leaned against a tree, while Su Jiu stood beside him with her sword in her arms and her eyes slightly lowered. No one could tell that the two were actually communicating through private voice transmissions.
"Aren't you going to get rid of that person before it's too late?"
The corners of Xia Jue's lips curled faintly. The smile was shallow and fleeting, vanishing before anyone could catch it.
"No hurry."
Su Jiu did not question his words. After exchanging a few more words with him, she gradually closed her eyes and began to recover.
What Su Jiu did not know was that the instant she closed her eyes, a Message Talisman vanished from Xia Jue's hand.
As the person who had laid the formation fled, he suddenly encountered three masked figures dressed in blue.
Their face coverings bore a distinctive emblem that made their origins clear at a glance.
The fleeing man's pupils contracted at the sight. "People from the Shadow Pavilion?"
He forced himself to remain calm, offering an awkward smile. "What business might you gentlemen from the Shadow Pavilion have with me?"
As he spoke, he quietly sent a Message Talisman out behind his back.
How could he not know why the Shadow Pavilion had appeared here? He was merely trying to buy time and seek help.
The Shadow Pavilion's Shadowless Agents rarely appeared before others. Once they did, it almost always meant that the person facing them was their target.
What did the Shadow Pavilion do? It was an organization of assassins that gathered intelligence from across the world. Yet the person behind