The group chatted and laughed as they continued their walk up Yunxi Peak.
Gao Yang and Xu Ziqiang walked side by side at the front, conversing in low voices. Their tones carried an air of absolute confidence, certain they had Yuwen Mingjue—and Yang Jing—right where they wanted them.
The disciples following them knew better than to interrupt and simply trailed behind in silence.
Lush vegetation lined the mountain path, and the air was filled with the chirping of insects and the calls of birds, painting a tranquil scene.
Just then, a figure shot up the mountain path from below like an arrow loosed from its bow. Their Body Technique was swift and light, kicking up a gust of wind. In the blink of an eye, they had overtaken Gao Yang's group and were heading straight for the summit.
"Huh? Isn't that Zhang Huailiang?"
A sharp-eyed disciple from Fen Yang Peak, walking behind Xu Ziqiang, recognized the figure and pointed at their back.
