Shi Niu, Aunt Qin, He Tianshu, and the others were all fighting for their lives, yet a sliver of their attention remained fixed on the black-clad old man.
Now that they saw the old man use qinggong to fly into the camp, their hearts tightened. Their moves became even fiercer as they all wanted to retreat quickly and block him, but how could their opponents let them have their way? They too fought with all their strength, attacking even more fiercely. Shi Niu's opponent, who had been at a disadvantage moments ago, hurriedly changed his moves upon seeing the old man act. His inner force surged several degrees stronger, throwing Shi Niu into a flurry and allowing him to seize the upper hand. For the moment, Shi Niu could not break free.
Presumably, this was the black-clad men's wishful scheme.
When the black-clad old man reached the tent, he did not enter directly. Instead, he slowly walked around toward the back, as though he already knew the people inside would slash open the tent and escape from behind.
Under the cover of several female disciples, Ou Yan and Qiutong crawled out of the tent. They had only taken a few steps when they saw the old man striding toward them. Both covered their mouths, nearly crying out in alarm.
The female disciple named Changge pointed at the tent beside Zhang Xiaohua's and decisively said to Ou Yan, "Villa Mistress, the horses are in the tent ahead. You and Qiutong go there. We'll hold off this old thief."
With a wave of her hand, the several female disciples ran past Ou Yan, longswords in hand, and positioned themselves between the black-clad old man and Ou Yan.
Ou Yan watched Changge and the others from behind. She opened her mouth as if