Kang Ximin

Gracious Mountain Range.

Whip. Wishh. Whip.

Several figures flashed through the forest as the wind from the movement made the leaves slap each other.

About six men were heading towards the inner region of the forest, moving in a v-shape formation. 

Their steps were heavy, and they were getting faster as they approached their destination.

The one leading them had an expression of urgency and distress. Just as they crossed a stream, one person from behind broke the silence, "Clan Head, we're about to reach the Gracious Sword Sect. Please think carefully and don't let your emotions get into your head."

The person leading them nodded his head, though he refrained himself from saying anything.