The night was like ink, a shadow quietly departed from the Nangong Family, disappearing in the vast night after a few leaps and bounds.
Under the moonlight, the figure's robe fluttered rapidly, and in the blink of an eye, it was over a hundred miles away, above the mountain range.
Suddenly, from the dense forest below, two figures, also dressed in black robes, rose into the air.
After cautiously looking around and confirming that no one was following, they accelerated in pursuit.
The three of them converged above the clouds, their black robes rustling in the wind.
"Your Highness, was everything smooth?" The black-robed elder on the left slightly raised his head, revealing a wrinkled, aged face.
Strangely, there was a faint black vertical mark appearing and disappearing on his brow.
