Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh...
A series of sky-breaking sounds descended, startling Xiao Yi.
Xiao Yi clearly felt the overwhelming aura of the newcomers and quickly moved away to maintain a distance.
"Huh?" Qing Lin also reacted instantly, moving to Xiao Yi's side.
The surrounding mountain bandits were already few in number.
Yet the sudden appearance of these dozens of people made both Xiao Yi and Qing Lin furrow their brows.
These dozens of people were clad in black.
This black was not like ordinary black; it was more like a sinister, eerie shade of black.
On the black clothing, a blood-colored flower was exceptionally striking.
"Boy, who is Hui Wushi to you?" The old man instantly fixated on Xiao Yi.
In fact, at the sudden appearance of these dozens, Xiao Yi and Qing Lin's first reaction was to be vigilant.
But now, Xiao Yi felt inexplicably baffled.
"Hui Wushi? Never heard of him." Xiao Yi shook his head.
