The two disciples guarding the post had cultivation similar to the newcomer. If they had officially resisted, they would never have been able to break through their joint efforts. However, they never expected anyone to attack them. Although they had the protection order flag issued by the mountain gate, in their flustered attempts to stop him, they didn't lose their lives, but still suffered a loss, allowing him to break through.
Zhang Yan saw the situation was amiss, shouted coldly, leapt in a tunneling light, rushed to the front, shook his sleeve, and a gust of Gang Wind rolled down, effortlessly sweeping him up and pressing him onto the cloud head.
His eyes swept over, seeing a delicate white-clad young girl he had caught, looking fragile and pitiful. Just now, swept by the Gang Wind, she seemed to have fainted.
At this moment, the tunneling light behind hurriedly arrived; upon seeing Zhang Yan, the person couldn't help but gasp in surprise, saying, "Uncle Zhang?"
