With one side prepared and the other unsuspecting, and with the rugged mountain path slowing the other party's progress, they were moving slowly.
In no more than the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Cui Jiuyang could already make out the group in the distance.
He released his Divine Sense again. After one final check that the surroundings were safe, he pushed off the ground and leaped up, floating like a wisp of smoke onto the crown of a nearby tree.
Then, like an ape, he bounded swiftly between the dense treetops, silently arriving in the branches above the group.
Since he had already decided to act, Cui Jiuyang hesitated no longer.
This time, he needed to end things quickly to avoid complications.
He crouched on a thick branch, narrowed his eyes slightly, and cupped both hands around his mouth to form a tube, secretly circulating his spiritual power to cast the Cold Wind Technique.
He took a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks, parted his lips, and slowly blew a gentle, cool breeze from his mouth.
As the breeze passed through the tube formed by his hands, it gradually accelerated, steadily growing stronger.
By the time it silently reached the Queue Army group beneath the trees, it had become a biting late-autumn wind that made them involuntarily draw in their necks.
The Queue Army officer leading them pulled his robe tighter around himself and grumbled, "It's getting colder and colder. Who knows when this damned assignment will finally end? We can just about put up with trekking through these mountains now, but once winter comes, with freezing weather and snow blowing everywhere... Hmph! When that happens, no matter how much reward money the marshal offers, I'm never coming back to this godforsaken mountain!"
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