The night grew darker, and a faint mist rose over Lingxi Mountain, the crescent moon's clear glow casting a hazy aura around the mountain.
In the dim mountain path, more than ten men in simple hemp clothing silently advanced toward Lingxi Mountain.
"Is this Lingxi Mountain?" Wu Dashan asked as he gazed at the vague outline of the mountain.
Zhou Yuntao nodded slightly, "Yes, this is Lingxi Mountain. Look over there, the Red Flame Army soldiers are on guard!"
They hadn't known Lu Jianghua was at Lingxi Mountain, so they went to Nanqing Mountain, only to find it emptily quiet.
Then they captured a few people from a nearby village and, after some questioning, learned that Lu Jianghua and the Red Flame Army had gone to Lingxi Mountain three days earlier.
Thus, they came to Lingxi Mountain at this time.
"Looks like we found the right place! Haha~~" Wu Dashan laughed coldly.
