garment," she said softly, "Actually, I don't want to wear it now."Ning'er lowered her head and said, "Your Highness, the Valley Master said that this set of clothes was given to you to wear, not to b...After all of Qingyun Pavilion's men had left, Han Yun stared at the direction of the mountain behind them, his dark eyes growing even deeper.

He stood there in silence for a while, then took step by step toward the back mountain.

My heart had a vague guess about Mo Yunjing's thoughts, but I wasn't quite sure.

At this moment, the night was dark and windy. As Han Yun entered the back mountain, he saw ferocious beasts coming out to forage for food. He was quite agile and did not need to fight those beasts when he encountered them.

You can easily dodge these wolves, tigers and leopards that come out to forage using light kung fu.

He didn't know where he was going, just kept walking deeper into the mountains after entering.

I don't know how long I walked, but I saw a cave in the distance with faint firelight inside.

Han Yun pursed her lips, hesitated for a moment before stepping forward. As soon as she entered, she saw someone still sitting by the fire.

Looking at the person's back, Han Yun stopped at the entrance of the cave, clenching his fists, his eyes filled with more complex emotions. After a long silence, he slowly walked past.

The person sitting by the fire never turned back.

He acted as if he knew who was coming, so he wasn't at all flustered.

Until Han Yun approached, his cold voice merely uttered a single sentence, "You're here. You're later than I expected."

"! "

Han Yun felt a surge of blood rushing to his head. He clenched his fists tightly, his heart pounding with a mix of suppressed frustration, excitement, and anticipation.

At this moment, hearing him say that he was late only fueled the growing anger in his heart.

At this moment, he was so angry that he almost drew his sword, but he held back. He just pointed the tip of his sword at the man's back and gritted his teeth, angrily spitting out three words, "Why"

……

On the other side, An Xuetang and Feng Ming and others had already arrived at the town where Han Yun used to live.

But An Xue Tang did not find Han Yun's figure in the town, Qingyun Pavilion only left one attendant in the town.

Upon seeing An Xue Tang and Feng Ming, the man informed them that their master was currently searching for the whereabouts of the King of Beijang in nearby villages.

Upon learning that Han Yun and the others were still searching, anxiety deepened in An Xue Tang's eyes.

Feng Ming had originally planned to find a place to settle in this town first, waiting for Han Yun to return and hear what he had to say. Then, they would divide their forces and search for Mo Yun Jing's whereabouts together.

Of course, An Xue Tang couldn't wait any longer at this point. After entering the town, she desperately wanted to see Han Yun immediately.

I wanted to pry out of him the whereabouts of Mo Yunjing.

But as fate would have it, Han Yun was not in town at that moment. He had left behind only one subordinate to receive the visitor.

But this subordinate of the Qingyun Pavilion hadn't been searching with Han Yun and the others in nearby villages recently.

So, he was practically clueless.

An Xue Tang didn't know where to find the information she was looking for.

Because of this, An Xue Tang became even more anxious in her heart, wishing she could immediately rush to Han Yun's side and ask him about the results of his search these past few days.

Feng Ming then wanted the people from Qingyun Pavilion to ride horses to find Han Yun, asking him to return to town and for everyone to meet up first.

Yet, even Xue Tang was unwilling. She thought to herself that she had already run so far, and riding directly to find Han Yun now wouldn't take half an hour at all.

Feng Ming couldn't resist her, and soon the group set off from town again.

But that subordinate of the Qingyun Pavilion didn't know which mountain village Han Yun was currently in.

There are many villages scattered around this town.

So they could only start by looking at the most recent one and working their way backwards.

......

But as An Xuetang and her companions had ridden out of town for not long, Feng Ming on horseback suddenly became sharp-eyed.

He could now hear a hurried set of footsteps approaching, coming closer from afar.

The commotion wasn't just heard by Feng Ming; soon, An Xue Tang also heard it.

Although her so-called skills had disappeared after giving birth, she found that her hearing was still a bit better than before, so she could still hear faint noises.

At this moment, after exchanging a glance, both he and Feng Ming subconsciously tightened their reins and let out a breath. The two horses came to a halt.

Several of the Qingyun Pavilion disciples behind him seemed confused, but they also tightened their reins and stopped. They wanted to ask what was going on.

Before they could speak, however, they suddenly became alert, apparently having heard the sound coming from a distance.

Everyone squinted, watching their surroundings with caution.

Moments later, several subordinates of the Qingyun Pavilion suddenly drew their swords and leaped onto the horse's backs.

Immediately charging toward their designated positions, they met the suddenly appearing black-clad assailants head-on.

These few from Qingyun Pavilion are quite skilled. Otherwise, they wouldn't be the ones guarding Feng Ming and An Xuetang.

A dozen or so men in black surged forward. The Qingyun Pavilion disciples easily handled a few of the attackers with no sign of struggle.

Looking at the swift and ruthless strikes of the few men under Qingyun Pavilion, with their sharp swordplay, An Xuetang narrowed her eyes. It seemed that the people sent by Han Yun to meet her and Feng Ming were among the top hands in Qingyun Pavilion.

Looking at the dozen or so men in black, Feng Ming's imposing aura spread out, like a fierce ghost from the Asura battlefield. The coldness and gloom in his eyes, as well as the murderous intent and bloodlust, made him look even more ferocious than a wolf.

Just then, several more masters suddenly charged out, their swords pointed straight at Feng Ming and An Xue Tang.

Feng Ming's sharp eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the approaching people. There was no emotion in his eyes, only a deep and dark gaze. His lips trembled slightly, unconsciously drawing a sarcastic arc.

Then, in a flash, he leapt onto the horse's back. With a pirouette of three hundred and sixty-five degrees on his toes, he disappeared without anyone seeing how he made his move.

Just as the two men in black who charged first were about to get close to An Xuetang, they were directly killed by Feng Ming.

Feng Ming's attack was extremely fast, leaving the group of black-clad men stunned for a moment. Seeing two of their comrades suddenly collapse, these men immediately became wary.

They actually don't know each other, so who exactly are they trying to assassinate today

They only take orders from Xizhi Panger's command. Princess Panger told them to kill someone, so they naturally came to obey the order.

At first glance, the two people on horseback just looked like an old man and his wife.

I thought that Your Highness wanted to solve the two people they were going to kill, and that taking their lives would be extremely easy.

So when they came rushing over, they didn't put up much of a fight, and even seemed to look down on the two old men.

The moment before, they had been thinking, it was just an assassination of two old people. Why had their princess sent them

They only felt insulted. These two old people were actually worth their trusted subordinates making the trip personally

But the moment the "old man" suddenly leapt to his feet, they realized they had underestimated him.ould have already joined forces and attacked."After finishing, An Xuetang sat down. She rested her hands on her cheeks and frowned, muttering to herself, "If it wasn't Bai Feng, then who could it be"F...