Night had fallen.
A faint chill spread through the mountain woods.
The wilderness was soundless, the mountains silent.
Under the moonlight, three figures ran without stopping.
Xu Baishi followed close behind Lian Youming, looking by the moonlight at the half of his face that seemed to glow.
"Senior Brother, Chiba Aoi said before that the Gan Family had gathered nearly a hundred experts. Could they all be at Wudang?"
"Hard to say." Lian Youming was somewhat uncertain too. "Those people who besieged the White Lotus Sect before, that Bai family, and the Gan Clan Lineage-chances are they're all together, or at least in the same boat."
These forces were all Remnants of the Old Era, with no place in the new order.
That was where their rebellion against the established order came from.
Now they had joined forces, not only intending to devour a dragon like a pack of tigers, but with some even seeking to overturn the world and change its course. Death was more than they deserved.
But there was one unusual presence among them: the mysterious figure who wanted to gather all the world's Martial Fortune into himself. This person did not belong to these Remnants of the Old Era, and his purpose was so pure it bordered on the demonic. Nor did his actions adhere to right and wrong, good and evil. Everything he did was solely for that final step.
Thus, in their struggle against these Remnants of the Old Era, and even in determining victory or defeat, this person's actions were particularly important.
But one thing was certain.
Those people on Wudang Mountain all had to die!!!
Lian Youming suddenly noticed that Li Yinhuan had barely spoken along the way, unlike her usual lively self.
"Why have you suddenly become so quiet? I thought