"Old Zhou?"
Hearing Zhou Siming's voice, Bai Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.
He stepped into the small courtyard.
There, he saw Zhou Siming standing in the courtyard, dressed in a sheepskin coat.
Zhou Siming was a Demon Hunter, and an Entering Martial Artist at that. With a Demon Hunter's movement techniques, almost no one in the entire Divine Mansion Sect could detect his presence, save for a few individuals like Murong Tian and Dong Wanjun.
Infiltrating Wan Jun Peak was an effortless task.
A Demon Hunter might not be a match for a conventional Martial Artist in a direct confrontation, but when it came to other abilities, Martial Artists were a world behind, and this gap wasn't limited to just Demon Hunting.
"Did you get chased back by the other Demon Hunters?"
Hearing Bai Yuan's words, the corner of Zhou Siming's mouth twitched.
'Why does this apprentice of mine sound just like that Old Thief Dong?'
'So damn annoying.'
"I'm leaving Ling Province tomorrow."
