Several breaths later, seven silhouettes appeared out of thin air in front of Lu Xuan and his group.
Each silhouette looked agile, like shadows in the dark, making ghostly leaps across the buildings on either side of the main street.
The bright and luminous moonlight outlined the seven tall and slender figures.
During their rapid shuttle, the seven figures remained difficult to see clearly.
Every leap they made lacked any hindrance, leaving only a blurry trail of shadows as they swiftly charged towards Lu Xuan and the others.
In the blink of an eye, the seven figures drew sharp shadows in the air, descending in succession from midair.
These seven people were all dressed in identical light red brocade robes.
On the robes, the embroidered plum blossoms were vivid, with petals unfolding as if swaying gracefully in the wind.
Under the moonlight, the plum blossom patterns exuded a gentle sheen, resembling flowing clouds.
