The cold wind whistled sharply as several figures darted rapidly through the mountain forest, startling a flock of birds into flight.
It was a team of three men and one woman.
"Senior Brother Zhang, we're almost at my home. Let's go find my father and ask about the situation first," said a tall man who spoke up. He was dressed in a robe adorned with patterns of purple mist and floating clouds, a garment that would be recognized by any Jianghu person as the attire of a Purple Mist Sect disciple.
His name was Chu Pu, the third son of Chu Xuntan. He had joined the Purple Mist Sect at the age of fifteen and had now been promoted to an Outer Disciple with cultivation at the Third Level of Yunling Realm.
The other three who traveled with him were entirely different.