"Something seems off. Why do I feel panic?" Qin Feng frowned tightly, his eyes darting around, then cautiously walked towards the forest.
In the dense forest, hidden away in the darkness surrounding Qin Feng, I saw three members of the West Gate Sect walking along with a group, scattered around, their eyes constantly scanning every place. These people wore different clothes, clearly not belonging to any specific force.
Qin Feng remained still, silently observing.
After half an hour of hiding, Qin Feng finally learned their identities and purpose from their conversation.
"These are from the Xifu Sect. How could ordinary people come here?" Qin Feng was puzzled.
As one of Ling Xuejing's disciples turned around, Qin Feng suddenly moved. The disciples of the West Rune Sect felt a black shadow, followed by throat pain. Consciousness quickly became blurry.
