On the mountain trail.
It was eerily quiet.
There were no other travelers.
"Sorry, I don't even know who you are, how would I know what I took?"
Li Qian looked at the man in the black cloak holding a sword, feigning a surprised expression.
"Heh, you will know."
The man in the black cloak chuckled lightly.
As he spoke, he actually took off the black cloak he was wearing.
Revealing a black mask that covered the upper half of his face.
He carefully folded the black cloak and placed it in a cloth bag, which he then carried on his back.
Li Qian, watching his actions, immediately understood that the black cloak must be a treasure, hence the man was treating it with such care, fearing it might get damaged.
Suddenly, the man moved.
His entire figure seemed to form an illusion as he rushed toward Li Qian with great speed.
Swoosh!
Bright sword light shone brilliantly.
It was as if the sky was filled with falling snowflakes.
