The short man standing on the mountain peak extended his hand towards the flag in the valley below, his voice trembling as he said, "Senior, th-this is the Kirin Gang."
Ye Feng glanced down briefly, then with a swift motion, he struck the short man dead.
Until his death, the short man never imagined he would be killed in such a disgraceful manner.
If he had known this would be his fate, he would not have brought Ye Feng here, even if it meant his death.
But now it's too late, the man is already dead, and it's useless to say anything further.
Ye Feng's figure moved forward, descending towards the Kirin Gang's banner without being noticed by those within the gang due to the difference in cultivation.
Looking at the flag, Ye Feng casually raised his hand, and the banner floating in the wind invisibly dissipated into the air.
Then, he swaggered forward, concealing his presence entirely as he walked.
