Liang Yan led the way ahead, and the rest followed behind at a run.
Everyone was moving swiftly, not merely winding through the mountain paths, but climbing and jumping wherever possible.
A bolt of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by a massive thunderclap, and the rain poured down in torrents.
Run Sheng opened the Luo Sheng Umbrella, spinning its surface as he ran to shield against the rain.
The destination was finally reached.
Zhao Yi had thoughtfully prepared a viewing platform in advance, setting up an array on a hillside.
They stepped into the array and activated it; the large trees above swayed, blocking out the wind and rain.
Slightly ahead, six people stood.
Four stood on the periphery as guards, while two stood within the inner circle.
A young man, whose face had not entirely shed its youthfulness, bore some resemblance to Zhao Yi at a glance; he was likely Zhao Xu.
Zhao Xu was crouched by a pit, looking expectant, licking his lips repeatedly.
