Gu Changqing followed Fang Han's gaze, and a sharp glint flashed in his cloudy eyes.
He looked away and turned to Fang Han, his expression turning serious.
"Find a safe place to hide. What comes next is not something you can get involved in."
"I understand."
Fang Han replied with a cupped-fist salute.
Gu Changqing said no more. He exchanged a look with Shen Mo and Hui Ming.
The three of them gave a slight nod. Then, with a flicker, their bodies drifted away like three wisps of smoke, silently moving northwest.
Fang Han stood his ground, watching the three figures disappear into the woods. Without a moment's hesitation, he turned and darted in the opposite direction.
A battle between Grandmasters—even the aftershocks would be enough to kill him.
「Several miles away, deep within a mountain ravine.」
The Ink-Scaled Demon Tiger lay coiled atop a massive boulder, its dark gold, slit-like pupils half-open as if it were dozing.
