"Brother Anderson."
In the depths of the forest, Raymond Anderson had just reached two trees when a disciple emerged and respectfully saluted, "Greetings, Brother."
"How much longer until Master returns?" Raymond Anderson nodded, clasping his hands behind his back as he inquired.
"Master will be back in about half an hour. He is at the mountain top for seclusion, unwavering as always—you know that."
A servant replied, "Please wait a moment, Brother."
"Alright, have our people already left with Brother Ridge?" Raymond Anderson surveyed the surroundings, stepping into the formation.
This was a disguise formation; people outside couldn't see what was inside at all.
"They've all left. We are waiting for Master to return before we depart," explained the servant.
"Okay, I'll wait for Master here for a while." Raymond Anderson said, sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Suddenly!
A muffled sound!
Boom!
The grand formation disintegrated like a gust of wind in an instant.
