The east wind was brushing through the dense mountain fog, with the moonlight intermittently peeking through.
Upon hearing his sister's words, Zhao Yu Yan also recentered his focus, no longer pondering about that person's strange palm skills.
With the night deep and the visibility poor, they cautiously made their way back.
Along the path, there were several appearances of snakes and insects, and they even encountered two wolves drawn by the scent of blood.
Although skilled in martial arts, they dared not be careless.
"Sister, the person from earlier escaped so quickly, did he recognize us?"
"No."
The girl shook her head: "We mostly move around Gusu and we don't have much fame in Jianghu. Mother mentioned, these people rebelled from Pingdingzhou in the past, especially those from White Tiger Hall harboring treacherous hearts, hence they fled far beyond Yangguan, outside Yumen Pass."
"He couldn't possibly recognize us."
