Dusk deepened.
Song Yan's faint breathing merged with the wind in the forest.
The blessing of the Hidden Sword Gathering Spirit Stance made him seem like a withered leaf in the woods.
"..."
His lowered gaze narrowed.
Discovered?
Where did he go wrong? This thought of tracing back the source only appeared for a fleeting moment before Song Yan extinguished it.
Now, what he should be considering was how to kill Dan Zifeng here.
Not to review his mistakes, that was meaningless.
"Fellow Daoist, why hide..."
Buzz—
Before he finished speaking, a black and white Flying Sword shot out at extreme speed!
Even though Dan Zifeng was mentally prepared, he was still startled by the speed of the Flying Sword.
He quickly dodged in all directions.
However, the Spiritual Qi and Sword Qi fluctuations from wielding the Flying Sword still allowed Dan Zifeng to pinpoint him.
He patted the qiankun bag at his waist, conjuring three fire Talismans that hovered at his side.
