The Young Cultivator

Sect Master Wang murmured instinctively, still shaken by the life-and-death struggle of those few breaths just now.

They had only just come down from the mountain. If the other side had killed them this way earlier, they would never have had any hope of escape.

How could these "Falling Star Valley" cultivators be so overwhelmingly powerful?

Just then, Sect Master Wang heard the sounds of "He... kkh... kkh..." coming from Ancestor Feng's throat. The sound gave her such a fright that she thought something had gone terribly wrong.

Without the slightest hesitation, Sect Master Wang took one step and crossed more than thirty feet. Only then, amid her haste, did she look toward Ancestor Feng.

Ancestor Feng's formerly refined face had turned ashen the instant he looked back toward the mountain, as though he had seen a ghost. One trembling finger pointed toward the peak.

Though there was no one there in sight, Sect Master Wang knew he had discovered something with his Divine Sense. For a time, Ancestor Feng could only make a string of strange noises in his throat.

"Fellow Daoist Feng, what is wrong with you?"

Seeing this, Sect Master Wang's heart filled with uncertainty. She had not detected any pursuing enemies with her Divine Sense, so she hurriedly asked.

"Could he know that cultivator in the mountain?"

Her reaction was swift as well. She had already formed a vague guess, but why would Ancestor Feng lose his composure so thoroughly upon seeing that person?

"He... he... he... is... a... Falling Star Valley disciple..."

At last, Ancestor Feng's dry voice emerged. Sect Master Wang found it even stranger. The other party had already transmitted in secret that he was a "Falling Star Valley" disciple.

If he had been an enemy, they should have already met the same