After chatting a little longer with Sun Tao and learning he was on the verge of cultivating Gang Qi, Xu Yang had dinner in the dining hall and then walked out of the mountain gate.
It was now evening. The setting sun hung over the peaks, bathing the Yunling Mountain Range in gold. The mountains themselves resembled countless giant dragons lying in repose.
He didn't use his Lightweight Skill, simply striding forward with a speed no different from an ordinary person's sprint.
About ten kilometers from the mountain gate, two figures stood in the middle of the road, silhouetted against the sunset's afterglow. Their shadows stretched long behind them, and a faint radiance emanated from their bodies.
"Xu Yang, we've been waiting for you. Today is the day you pay the price for the death of my senior brother, Zhu Yang," Ji Jincheng said, his face contorted with hatred.
The temperature around them plummeted as a murderous atmosphere filled the air.
