The night was deep, the moon full.
The forests of Master Ridge were already pitch-black, and now it was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Bai Yuan moved like he was flying, treating the protruding rocks and sunken pits on the ground as if they were perfectly flat.
He was here for one reason: to clear the stage.
'Looks like he's gone?'
Bai Yuan muttered to himself.
Not long after the Zhu Family's group had retreated, he sensed someone was still tracking him.
However, the person was quite skilled and an expert at concealment, so he hadn't yet been able to identify who it was.
But he could tell from their long, steady breathing that it was definitely an expert.
Bai Yuan suspected it was an expert from the Iron Saber Gang, or perhaps the Zhu Family's Yijin Martial Master.
To shake the person off, he was forced to run a few extra laps around Master Ridge.
Finally, he succeeded in losing his pursuer.
