About ten minutes later.
Having dispelled the [Clear Wind] state, Qi Yun sensed a familiar aura. He slowly turned to look at the mountain forest on his left.
Zheng Yi had arrived.
This wisp of aura was his signal.
'It's time.' Lightly rubbing the bridge of his nose, Qi Yun's gaze hardened. He then strode forward, heading toward the stone forest below—toward Wu Tao.
Within the stone forest, Wu Tao was already waiting. His right hand unconsciously caressed the hilt of the sword at his waist, again and again.
CRUNCH, CRUNCH—
The faint crunch of footsteps on gravel grew closer.
Hearing the sound, Wu Tao turned around eagerly. A flicker of immense joy crossed his eyes when he saw the familiar figure.
'He's here.'
Seeing Qi Yun arrive as promised, Wu Tao was overjoyed.
'Oh, Brother Qi. Don't blame me. Who told you to be so audacious as to kill the Master's blood relative?'
'The Master is furious. How could you possibly survive?'
