On a deserted path.
Fang Yong watched as the trio seemed to reach a decision.
But he didn't speak first.
"There's no one else here. You can talk now, right?" the man in the lead asked.
Bai Fan, a Sword Cultivator from Red Water Peak's Fifth Courtyard.
He had come over early in the morning to discuss matters.
"You must have overheard our discussion. Is that why you sought us out?" the woman beside them asked calmly. "And you did so secretly, at that."
Jiang Yingcai, a Magic Cultivator from Luoxia Peak's Fourth Courtyard.
"He looks a little nervous," the tall, sturdy man said with a smile. "But since he went to the trouble of coming, he's bound to say something. If he doesn't, it just means he wants something from us first."
Duan Wu, a Body Cultivator from North Plate Peak's Fourth Courtyard.
At this moment, all three looked at Fang Yong, waiting for what he would say next.
After all, for him to have run over to find them, it must have been for something important.
