Once Liu Mu led his people away, Qin Feiyang immediately looked toward the sky above the plain.
Though night was deep and the moon had yet to rise, he could still clearly see a middle-aged man there, surging with killing intent as he swept toward them.
The middle-aged man was about one meter eighty, thin and gaunt, wearing a well-fitted long robe. His temples were flecked with white, exuding a sense of vicissitudes.
Qin Feiyang's lips curled as he said to Mu Tianyang, "As long as we kill him, all that treasure will be in our pocket. Let's go!"
With that said.
Qin Feiyang stepped out, landed on the stone bridge, and shot toward Mu He.
"In our pocket?"
"You're wrong."
"It's not in our pocket, it's in my Mu Tianyang's pocket alone!"
Mu Tianyang sneered to himself and quickly chased after Qin Feiyang.
As soon as he stepped onto the stone bridge, he sensed something off.
But.
There was no time to dig into it or ask questions now; he stuck close to Qin Feiyang's side.
Soon!
