At the foot of the Divine Tomb Immortal Palace.
Ren Ye was about to explain his counterattack plan to the Storyteller when the latter suddenly frowned and waved sharply. "No, this is bad... someone's coming."
"Huh?" Li Xiaopang was instantly bewildered. "Who's coming?!"
Whoosh!
The Storyteller abruptly rose, his expression grave. "Five people are flying across the wilderness and dense forest to the north, heading this way. Their auras are immensely powerful, their Grade Realm far above that of ordinary Black Qi experts. They're all difficult opponents...!"
"Are you sure?!" Little Bad King asked urgently.
The Storyteller did not immediately answer. He closed his eyes and carefully sensed them again before saying, "Those five won't be easy to deal with. Hurry and hide. Don't show yourselves... they must have sensed the spiritual energy fluctuations when we tried to open the tomb. That's why they're coming."
"Fuck their grandmothers, are they here to silence us?!" Li Xiaopang's intelligence fluctuated wildly, but at this moment it reached another peak. He blurted out almost without thinking, "Only five people came, so clearly this isn't the Three Great Halls' Night Patrolmen finding this place. It's... it's the Zhao Family sending people ahead in secret to kill everyone uninvolved, then steal Blindie's Opportunity without anyone knowing, leaving absolutely no witnesses to this case."
"You're right. They're here to kill." The Storyteller stood at the foot of Divine Tomb Mountain, his robes snapping in the wind, then decisively turned his head. "If they find Little Blind Man, we won't have any chance of surviving. Listen to me. Hurry and hide. I'll face them alone."
"Can you handle them by yourself?" Ren Ye asked, deeply worried.
Amid the silence of Divine Tomb Mountain, the Storyteller stood straight-backed, gazing into the cosmic sky at the five approaching figures.