An hour later, the blurry outline of the transmission mountain came into sight.

Shua –

Two cultivators flew out from the forest and respectfully bowed. “Greetings, young master!”

Wang Yuanan paused. He asked, “You are uncle’s people?”

“We came here upon the order of the general to wait for young master.” The two people respectfully replied.

Wang Yuanan dove straight into the main topic, “Where is he?”

“In the tent.”

“Bring me!”

Qin Yu was sitting in meditation. He suddenly frowned and opened his eyes to see the tent being opened from the outside.

Wang Yuanan walked in. He coldly said, “Qin Yu, I bet you never thought that we would meet here again like this!”

Qin Yu’s expression didn’t change. “Fellow daoist Wang, what is the meaning of this?”

A subordinate shouted, “Stop pretending! You stole my young master’s fire kirin! Could you have thought things would end like that?”

Qin Yu furrowed his eyebrows inwardly. When he struck down the fire kirin he had checked to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby. How did they know?

The subordinate suddenly sneered and an eye opened between his eyebrows. Light projected outwards, clearly displaying the scene of him killing the fire kirin. “Do you have anything else to say?”

Qin Yu’s eyes flashed with annoyance. He never thought that such...