To the east of the Black Cloud Mountains stood a mountainous forest just a few hundreds away from the nearby Crushed Stone River.

Dusk was already approaching. The setting sun cast an orange light over the forest and just barely illuminated the silhouette of a single person leaping nimbly from branch to branch.

This person was Jing Mingfeng.

He was no longer traveling with Bai Yunfei. Like the others, he left for his own journey in another direction. And it seemed that he was all alone in this vast expanse of a forest.

But the strange thing was, Jing Mingfeng wasn’t using a flying soul armament to travel. He was traveling by foot.

“Whoosh…”

Leaping over a tree top, Jing Mingfeng descended back down to the ground onto a hill and came to a stop.

That was because three people were blocking his way.

Three males, two of which were elders and one youngster....