This was a place between two high mountains.
The mountains were not especially tall, but they stood far apart, and the ravine between them was frighteningly deep.
A rope bridge stretched between the two mountains like a black line, swaying heavily in the gusting mountain wind.
The man in blue stood leisurely in the middle of the rope bridge, his hands clasped behind his back as he faced the direction from which the Incense-Passing Cult convoy was coming, quietly waiting.
From time to time, mountain winds swept past, lifting the man's hair and lapels with a rustling clatter. Yet his eyes did not even blink as he stared straight ahead.
Zhang Xiaohua's divine sense spread over him, but the man did not notice it. Only when Zhang Xiaohua examined him closely did he faintly furrow his brow and raise his chin slightly, surprise stirring in his heart. But by the time he began circulating his qi to investigate carefully, Zhang Xiaohua had already drawn his divine sense far away.
"Could this be some sect's gimmick for welcoming guests again?"
Zhang Xiaohua muttered to himself.
He had wanted to classify this roadblocking man as an ambusher, but the Incense-Passing Cult had traveled openly all along the way, making no effort to conceal its itinerary. Every sect could wait for them in advance along the road, yet he had never seen anything unfavorable happen to the Incense-Passing Cult. Gradually, Zhang Xiaohua understood why the Incense-Passing Cult disciples had said that having him guard the convoy was merely for show. Wherever they went, people could not welcome them eagerly enough. Who would harbor ill intentions?
Still, the convoy was quite far from the rope bridge at the moment. The man in blue had not yet noticed its arrival, and the killing intent on