Di Choufei was always standing at the limits of those mounds, waiting for Chi Xiaoye to show up. His sword brows slowly rose, a faint smile appearing on his face.

He already saw the movements in the wilderness by the shore, seeing Lin Xi and Chi Xiaoye, but Lin Xi and Chi Xiaoye couldn’t see him.

It wasn’t because of a difference of cultivation, but rather because of the especially meticulous Brass Hawkeye in his hands.

Because of the extremely strict requirements in the curvature of the crystal sheet, only the very best of Yunqin’s craftsmen could make those normal Brass Hawkeyes. Meanwhile, the two sheets of crystals in the Brass Hawkeye in his hands were even more so polished from ‘Frozen Soul Crystal’, their degree of transparency far greater than ordinary crystal sheets, moreover increasing the sharpness of the edges of objects in its line of sight, making some fine movements become even more clear.

What made Di Choufei feel a bit of irony was that this Brass Hawkeye that posed extreme importance for Yunqin’s great battles in the last fifty years was left behind...