The yellow leaves covered the streets during late autumn.

Cold breeze and murderous intents chilled the heart. The cultivators nearby felt something was amiss and quietly left. Meanwhile, the scaled beasts and yellow birds also sensed danger and ran as well.

Of course, some cultivators were bold enough. For example, disciples dressed in white continued to drink or the old men sitting on top of the pavilions. They were very confident in their cultivation; nothing could make them run.

Feiyun took out a white cloth to cover his mouth while coughing. It was stained by blood right away as his face turned paler. It made people speculate who this sickly person was.

The two soldiers in front of Feiyun had black glows on their armor. One of them took out their saber with a cold glint in this eyes: “Young Noble Feng, have you thought it through?”

Feiyun simply smiled without responding.

The other soldier...