"Stay hidden here for a while. Do not make a move unless it's the perfect moment, understand?" Yun Hao instructed Qing'Er as he set up the trap. The sense of dread grew stronger, indicating that the pursuer was closing in on him.
"Got it. But who could it be that makes you so cautious?" Qing'Er wasn't a novice; she knew that if Yun Hao was this cautious, the opponent must be formidable.
"Is it that old man Chen?"
"It's not him; he doesn't deserve my attention!" Yun Hao shook his head and handed Qing'Er a dagger.
"Hold this. I've coated it with poison. Use it to ambush him when you get the chance!" Yun Hao had barely finished before he urgently said, "Hide quickly, they're here!"
Just as Qing'Er hid according to Yun Hao's instructions, a figure in white appeared not far away—the mysterious middle-aged man!
As soon as the man appeared, Yun Hao spotted the severed arm he was holding. Yun Hao immediately recognized it as belonging to Elder Chen, a powerful adversary.
