Fang Han's gaze swept over Lin Xiao and Yun Qianyue, then toward Li Feng and the others in the distance. After a moment of contemplation, he slowly spoke.
"Today, we've encountered a Cyan Armored Ox Demon and this Tiger Demon—Demons whose strength is beyond what an ordinary Seventh Grade Martial Artist can handle alone. This means the danger posed by the Demons we'll face from now on will increase dramatically."
He paused, then continued.
"From now on, we gather everyone and move as a single group."
Yun Qianyue nodded slightly, having no objections.
Lin Xiao nodded repeatedly. He had personally experienced the Tiger Demon's power and knew Fang Han was not exaggerating.
Fang Han said no more. He took a small Jade Whistle from his robes, brought it to his lips, and blew gently.
SHWEE—!
A sharp, piercing whistle echoed, traveling far through the silent mountain forest.
This was the prearranged signal for the Qingxuan Sect to assemble.
