Crash!
The group rushed into the river without hesitation, braving the biting cold, running swiftly and splashing water everywhere.
The purpose, naturally, was to erase their scent.
After crossing the riverbank, they accelerated again, disappearing amidst the snowy winds into the vast wilderness...
On the opposite riverbank, Xie Sanyang kicked up snow underfoot, moving like lightning, directly reaching a cluster of trees.
Behind the trees stood three people.
An elderly man in a blue robe carrying an erhu.
A woman holding a liuqin.
And a burly man beating drums and cymbals.
However, the burly man had kicked over his drums and cymbals, his eyes blackened, face ashen, attacking the elderly man and woman like a madman.
These people were gathered with great effort by the Ghost Theater Troupe, coming from side doors, ordinary in martial arts, specializing in sound attacks.
Thus, they were only meant to assist from the side.
