Five months later.
On a hillside, stood an old man with a face full of anxiety. He occasionally glanced a few miles away at a peak shrouded in mist and paced back and forth on the slope like an ant on a hot pan.
This old man was Yun Zhen, an elder of Cloud Pavilion.
Yun Zhen glanced at the densely overcast, unusually oppressive sky, and sighed anxiously, "When will Lin Fei come out of seclusion? If he doesn't, we're going to be in trouble."
After speaking, Yun Zhen smashed one fist into his other palm, filled with worry.
Around him, dozens of experts from Cloud Pavilion and Star Moon Sect also had grave expressions on their faces.
At this moment, from the forest not far away, there was a sudden rustling of leaves, and a dozen figures flew out of the woods, rapidly approaching.
These dozen people flew over and appeared before Yun Zhen, led by none other than Gu Mu.
