Yang Zhenshan did not entangle with them, allowing them to leave.
It was not the time for conflict. Forcing the intruders to retreat would be sufficient.
Moreover, Feng Guiyue was not the first to approach him. Many had tested him during this period, all driven away by Yang Zhenshan.
Yang Zhenshan did not take this matter to heart. After confirming Feng Guiyue and others had left, he continued to meditate with his eyes closed.
Time slowly passed, with disturbances around him growing increasingly frequent, occasionally exploding with intense mana fluctuations.
The location where Yang Zhenshan and his companions resided was not ideal. Though people came to test him, none dared to seize it.
Thus, days went by until this fateful morning.
Lead-gray clouds stacked into heavy ramparts at the horizon, shredding the dawn's dim light into the depths of the cloudscape.
