Shi Lun and his two companions stared grimly in the direction of the large tree, without uttering a word.
Suddenly, a flash of azure light appeared behind the tree, revealing three unfamiliar cultivators.
One was a handsome man in his thirties wearing a yellow scholar robe, another was a young Daoist priest of about seventeen or eighteen years old, carrying a black wooden sword. The last one was a rather unremarkable young man in a blue robe, but he was holding a silver talisman in one hand and a petite figure in the other, who turned out to be the girl Bai Guo'er.
These three were naturally Han Li and his party.
As it happened, after a long journey, the three of them had just arrived at this place.
Since they were already near the Nine Immortals Mountains, combined with the recent hurried travel, they planned to rest here for the night and then explore the nearby city market the next day.
