The scream tore through the silence of the night, as piercing as a meteor cutting through the sky, instantly seizing everyone's mind.
The expressions of the two gatekeeping disciples changed abruptly as they looked sharply towards the deep mountain path.
The disciple on the left took an arrow-like stride up the mountain path.
The disciple on the right clasped his fist towards Qin An and the others with an apology: "Please wait a moment, the Sect Leader's wild blood disease has flared up, allow us to check first."
Qin An's brows slightly furrowed.
The agony wrapped within that scream indicated that the Sect Leader's condition was more dangerous than expected.
Jiang Chi clasped his bamboo staff tightly, his knuckles pale, the emotions beneath his clouded face churning.
The enemy who once expelled him from the Remnant Moon Sect was now enduring a torment that brought him both pleasure and melancholy.
As for the other Mountain Patrol Silver Generals, their expressions varied.
