At this moment, the fierce battle in front of the valley was raging, with one side already teetering on the brink of defeat. Only three or so individuals remained, barely holding their ground, and it seemed that defeat was imminent. On the opposing side, the leader was a Daoist dressed in a purple robe, watching the fight from the sidelines. His attention suddenly shifted to Zhang Yan and Master Shi, and he immediately cast a wary glance in their direction.
He gave a signal to someone nearby, prompting a gray-robed Daoist, treading on a copper bird, to cautiously approach.
The gray-robed Daoist clasped his hands toward Zhang Yan and Master Shi and respectfully said, "Fellow Daoists, if you have also come to this valley in search of Zhi, I humbly ask you to hold your jade footsteps. My sect is currently locked in battle with the Di Clan here, with the victor yet undecided. Please depart swiftly to avoid any unintended harm—it would be most undesirable."
