Within the camp, Zhao Qianyun opened his eyes. He looked deep into the darkness, his pupils shaking.

A moment ago…the fluctuations of world strength had already been astonishing. But, what left him in even greater disbelief was that Zuo Lanyue who had erupted with that world strength had actually died.

Indeed, his original feelings hadn’t been wrong. This Yao Bin, he really was someone that kept himself deeply hidden.

Thinking about how Xu Guzi and the others had chosen him to be their chess piece, a mocking look flashed in his eyes.

After a moment of thought, he closed his eyes. He casually pointed his finger behind him and a shadow flashed across the ground before disappearing.

The fluctuations of world strength were enough to cause all the demon beasts prowling the night to retreat in fear. Thus, amongst the ashes, everything was strangely peaceful.

Qin Yu chose a place. After making some small arrangements he prepared to sit down. But then his eyebrows furrowed together.

He turned around and saw a shadow creeping across the ground. The shadow emerged and stood up, presenting the outline of a tall and straight figure.

The face of the shadow was blurry and couldn’t be clearly seen. But, the imposing aura that seemed to tear apart the surrounding air was unmistakable.

“Scion Zhao.”

The shadow cupped its hands together. “Fellow daoist Yao.”

Qin Yu took a deep breath. “Since Scion Zhao came here, are you planning to take revenge for Zuo Lanyue?”

Zhao Qianyuan lightly said, “I didn’t have such friendship with fellow daoist Zuo.”...