Lives Hanging By A Thread

Song Yiping looked toward the mountain range below, although given their cultivation, their senses couldn't reach that far.

"There's a fight in the mountains," Feng Jiu said, sniffing the air and detecting a faint scent of blood. "There has been bloodshed."

Both Song Yiping and Ye Ling were taken aback when they heard this. The Hollow Rise Mountain were home to only eight reclusive clans who rarely resorted to violence, how could this bloodshed happen now…

"Should we go there and have a look?" Feng Jiu asked the two. 

Song Yiping hesitated. They had already made plans to leave. If they went over to investigate and then those people found them...

"Let's go take a look. The eight clans never usually draw weapons. If there's bloodshed now, it must be serious," Ye Ling whispered.

Seeing this, Feng Jiu nodded. "Let's go then." She looked at Xuanyuan Mo Ze.