Although Huang Xiao and the others were inside the formation, they could easily see and hear everything happening outside from where they stood. Yan Zhong's current position, however, allowed him neither to see nor hear what was happening outside.
Thus, Yan Zhong was still locked in fierce combat with Qiu Ping and had not heard that voice at all.
"An expert!" Huang Xiao's expression changed. When that man's voice rang beside his ears, he felt his blood and qi churn. His opponent's internal power was profoundly strong.
Zhao Yunhui and Zhao Xin'er looked somewhat unwell too. When they looked outside the formation, they discovered that a gloomy-faced old man had appeared at its perimeter at some unknown point. He was thin and small, dressed in a blue Daoist robe, with rather gaunt cheeks. He looked so frail that a gust of wind might topple him, but who could truly regard him as an ordinary old man?
"Uncle Yan, come back at once!" Zhao Yunhui hurriedly transmitted her voice to Yan Zhong.
Yan Zhong was in the thick of his fight with Qiu Ping. Given just a little more time, he would be able to kill him.
Yet just then, the princess called him. Although he very much wanted to finish Qiu Ping off first, he could hear a trace of panic in her tone.
It seemed the princess had run into some trouble, so he could only spare Qiu Ping for now. In any case, Qiu Ping was inside the formation, as good as already in his bag. He could let him live a little longer.
When Yan Zhong returned to the rooftop, he could see the gaunt old man outside from there, even though he was still within the formation's bounds.
"It's him!" Yan Zhong's eyes widened, and his