The sound fell, and a streak of blood-red sword light flashed by, slashing the flag planted in the Array Eye into two halves. Instantaneously, the surrounding White Fog dispersed like a retreating tide, revealing the original appearance of the valley below.
A young man dressed in a white robe with long, jet-black hair walked over.
The young man looked to be around twenty-five years old, with a face like fine jade and sword-like brows and starry eyes, exuding a semblance of feminine grace.
"Mr. Ning, what's going on here?" Wei Zeyu exclaimed in alarm.
With the Array broken, they were already no match for Lin Mo, and now they had lost their advantage.
"Ning Xuan, weren't you out traveling? How did you end up here?" Ning Teng stared at the other, his eyes revealing a hint of wariness.
"Eldest Young Master, I knew you were coming to Juling Peak and hurried back to lend you a hand," Ning Xuan replied, his lips curving into a shallow arc, smiling like a gentle breeze.
