Yao Guang Realm, Demon Silence Mountain.
At the mountain peak, two men covered in wounds stood with long swords, staring tensely ahead. Strangely, there was nothing in front of them. Behind them on the ground, a bloodied young man spoke anxiously, "You two idiots, get out of here now!"
"Young Master, you go first! We'll cover the rear!"
"Young Master, we..."
Before the two servants could finish, a sinister cackle interrupted them. "Gyeheheh, what a touching scene of master-servant devotion! Nanling Lang, you could have enjoyed your life as the young master of the Nanling Family. Why did you have to come here looking for death?"
Nanling Lang's heart skipped a beat. He shouted, "If you have any courage, stop playing tricks and show yourself!"
"Oh? As expected of a young master from the Nanling Family. You've got some nerve!"
The mocking voice had barely faded when the heads of the two servants in front of Nanling Lang went flying, splattering him with blood.
