Half an hour later, Wu Longfeng, Old Sun, and Tong Jiuyang set down their wine cups. Duan Siping opened his closed eyes, and Huang Xiao also turned his gaze toward the path up the mountain.
"Wan Qingteng!" A glimmer of killing intent flashed in Huang Xiao's eyes. He wanted very much to kill Wan Qingteng, but now was not the time.
The three coming up this time were Wan Qingteng, Fang Chongyi, and Mu Jingfei.
"It seems we're not too late!" Mu Jingfei said with a faint smile.
Without waiting for Wu Longfeng to say anything, the three leaped onto the boulder and sat cross-legged of their own accord.
Wan Qingteng felt somewhat ill at ease. After all, Old Sun was right beside him.
Still, at a time like this, he was not afraid that Old Sun would attack him, so he felt quite settled.
Suddenly, he felt a piercing gaze upon him. He could not help turning to look and found Huang Xiao staring fixedly at him.
Wan Qingteng snorted coldly. Beside him, Mu Jingfei and Fang Chongyi glanced at him, then at Huang Xiao, and understood what was going on.
For now, none of them brought these matters up. Fang Chongyi unhesitatingly poured himself a cup of wine and praised it. "This is my first time drinking such fine wine. If I'm not mistaken, it's from the Taixuan Sect?"
But no one responded to Fang Chongyi's words. He gave an awkward chuckle and said no more.
"Still not here?" Wan Qingteng frowned.
They had already waited an hour, but there was still no sign of Tuoba Xiongzhen or the owner of the Last Blade, one of the Seven Spirit Blades.
He looked around at those seated there and saw that their expressions were calm. Yet he also knew