There was also a strong flow of qi concentrated in the tree. Pyo-wol could clearly sense and feel the flow of qi.

Pyo-wol silently watched the tree without moving.

�There has to be some kind of change.�

It was not a baseless thought.

If Mount Longhu was indeed their stronghold, then there was no way they wouldn�t have heard about the news of Namgung Wol and the others causing a ruckus in Yingtan.

Namgung Wol and the rest of his party were bait, and Namgung Wol was well aware of this fact.�

Only Yong Hasang and Yeom Hee-soo had no idea that they were being used by Pyo-wol.

Given their temperament, they most probably would turned the nearby pier upside down. And that�s precisely the situation Pyo-wol was hoping for.

What Pyo-wol needed now was patience, and patience was what Pyo-wol was best at.

Time passed in a blur. And finally, the moment Pyo-wol had been waiting for arrived.

Tzeeeeuuu!

Suddenly, the area around the massive tree began to shake.

At that moment, Pyo-wol moved.

Without a sound or a hint of his presence, he approached the vicinity of the tree.

It was extremely reckless to act like this, not knowing what would happen.� However, Pyo-wol�s behavior could not be considered as reckless.

He used the Turtle Breathing Technique to completely hide his presence.

At that moment, a group of martial artists suddenly appeared from the side of the tree.

It was as if they had fallen from the sky.

The place where they appeared could be considered the only gateway in the entire formation.

They were dressed the same as the blood-cloaked men who died at Poyang Lake.

�There are some guys at the pier, snooping around us, we need to identify who they are.�

�Yes!�

The martial artists continued talking amongst themselves, completely oblivious to the fact that Pyo-wol was hiding right next to them.

Pyo-wol realized that Namgung Wol and the others were moving as he had planned.

�Let�s go!�

The warriors ran towards Yingtan, where the pier was.

Even as they ran through the bushes, not a single blade of grass was trampled.

The entire group was made up of martial artists capable of Grass-Treading Flight, a type of qinggong.�

They disappeared from sight in an instant.

Immediately after, the space where they had appeared started to ripple, a sign that it was about to close again. JrNovels.com