Not only Yin Qingsi, but the other three were also straining their eyes for the slightest clues at the center of the battlefield. To them, determining the movements of the Shi Clan Golden Bloodline from the Northern Grasslands mattered far more than a battle between two pirate groups, because both the north and the northwest shared borders with the grasslands.
How could affairs outside compare with affairs at home?
Four pairs of eyes fixed on the center of the battlefield, searching for that possible Shi Clan brute.
Yan Ziyi had sharp eyes and good luck. "I see him! He's in the southeast of the center, holding a longsword. Sister Qingsi wasn't mistaken. That really is the fighting style of the grassland Shi Clan..."
Yin Zhilong agreed. "I see him too, but he doesn't seem to be using a body cultivator's manifestation? Still, his swordsmanship is viciously sharp. That Daoist is being flayed by him..."
Yan Ziyi kept tracking him. "He's gone? He must have hidden himself... here he comes again. That looks like a flying sword? Then that isn't him. I can't find him anymore..."
Yin Zhilong said, "This fellow appears in such strange ways. I can't see him at all, only a few trails left by flying swords... here he comes! Is this-is this a spatial Divine Ability? How did he suddenly appear beside that Daoist?"
The two chattered away, so engrossed in watching that they entirely disregarded the feelings of those around them. Their elder brother and elder sister, however, saw far more than they did.
The two exchanged a glance, each seeing deep wariness in the other's eyes. Yan Baiyi sounded uncertain.
"Is this a combination of flying swords and close combat? How does he do it? It shouldn't be a spatial Divine Ability!"
Yin Qingsi, too,