Anle Town, ten miles away.
A dozen figures, clad in night-prowling attire, perched on a mountaintop. They exuded an ominous and powerful aura; each was an expert chosen from ten thousand, their prowess unsurpassed. However, their attire already revealed their identity: Disciples of the Tang Sect.
WHOOSH!
The sound of rushing wind suddenly broke the silence as a figure darted before them, dropping to one knee.
"Reporting to the Young Master, Ling Chen and his three companions left Anle Town early this morning. It seems they intend to pass through Town Ghost Pass and head towards Jingzhou."
"Humph, just as I expected," the man in black addressed as 'Young Master' said, lifting his hand to reveal an all-too-familiar face: Tang Long, the one who had previously lost an arm to Ling Chen. "These fellows plan to escape from Yi Zhou."
