A few moments ago, while Reon was locked in battle with Rin Gong—
Just a few kilometers away from him, beside a calm, shimmering lake, six disciples were gathered.
Five of them wore the standard robes of outer sect disciples.
The sixth, however—though dressed in a torn Inner Sect robe—was slumped against a tree, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.
That disciple, Xiao Yan, was gravely injured.
Though bloodied and injured, he still looked handsome; yet his breathing was shallow, and his body trembled with pain as he clutched his chest.
The other five outer disciples stood before him, completely unharmed. Arrogant grins stretched across their faces, eyes gleaming with mockery.
One of them stepped forward with a mocking smirk.
"Xiao Yan, really… we should thank you. Our group was short of just one Purple Crystal—thanks to you, that problem's solved."
Another sneered.
