A group of people were hastily descending the mountain, all drenched in cold sweat. Their faces were pale as though they had seen a ghost.0

One of the people running slipped, tumbling more than ten zhang down the slope. However, he quickly got up again, not bothering to check if he had been injured. 0

They all ran frantically, eager to leave the area as quickly as possible.0

Young Master Zhao was running at the forefront. He was excellent at lightness skills, leaping several yards with each step.0

Finally, they reached the bottom of the mountain.0

They collectively let out sighs of relief, looking as if they had just escaped from the gates of hell. 0

Unfortunately, their relief was short-lived.0

Not far ahead, they saw a figure standing in the path. The person wore a slightly worn-out Daoist robe, patched in many places.0

The group froze in place, fear filling their eyes.0

Unsure of what to do, they all turned to Young Master Zh...0