The vast grasslands of the Eastern Region of the Central Plains were lush and green. A gentle breeze brushed past, leaving one refreshed in body and mind.
Amid this quiet, peaceful landscape, three figures appeared high in the sky.
"Ancient Saint City is still a little way off. We should reach it in about seven or eight minutes."
Gu Xun'er calculated the distance and spoke softly.
Xiao Yu nodded. "Let's go. We should tell Uncle Gu Yuan about this as soon as possible. The conspiracy the Soul Clan is brewing is too vast. A single faction probably won't be able to stop it."
"Don't worry, Cousin Xiao Yu. Even if the Soul Clan is mysterious, gathering all eight pieces of Ancient Jade won't be easy. With Father guarding the Gu Clan, they shouldn't be able to get our piece." Gu Xun'er smiled faintly.
Xiao Yan agreed. "Xun'er is right. The Gu Clan isn't the Yao Clan. The Soul Clan might not have the strength to take them on."
Xiao Yu said nothing. Neither of them understood how terrifying the Soul Clan was. Even Gu Yuan had underestimated them.
I hope there's still time...
Just as the three were about to set off again, Xiao Yu suddenly looked in one direction. His expression darkened, and he shouted in a low voice, "Go, now!"
Xiao Yan and Gu Xun'er had already sensed that something was wrong when they saw Xiao Yu's expression change. The moment he spoke, they decisively vanished from where they stood.
"Trying to run? Do you think you can escape?"
A low, hoarse, savage laugh rang out. A moment later, an old man wreathed in gray mist appeared a thousand zhang away, and Xiao Yan emerged in front of him.
Elsewhere, Gu Xun'er was likewise forced out of hiding