Chapter 279 – Moon Lake (V)

Chapter 279

Moon Lake (V)

Wei chose to humor the old man, though he stealthily signaled to his friends that they should be ready to execute the plan immediately.

Even if he appreciated the gesture, he knew well enough that not even the old man, who seemed to be in the middle stages of Spirit Manifestation Realm, could do much against their pursuers, let alone the kids, none of whom seemed to even be twenty yet.

The chances were that, as soon as their pursuers showed up, the kids would turn fearful and the man would awkwardly ask them to help. Perhaps a bit annoying, but not much else.

He felt a bit guilty as this wasn’t truly the intended plan; he’d wanted to shelter himself and his friends with the group and sneak into the Moon Lake as part of their entourage but didn’t expect that they’d be tracked down so quickly. And he was certain he’d erased their traces perfectly.

In his defense, this was his first time being so openly pursued by somebody, as it was his first time running away so desperately; it was a miracle, in a way, that they’d been on a run for almost two months without getting caught.

Though they still had a few trump cards… it wasn’t enough; the best he could do was buy some time while Cai escorted the old man and the kids far away enough. He still had a way to slip away, but… it was the last resort, and he loathed the thought of losing it. Especially on those guys.

He sighed inwardly and bit his lower lip, his eyes staring at the point in the sky like a hawk–it was about five minutes later that the space distorted as figures began to emerge.

There were twelve of them, down from the seventeen that they had started with. Wei had managed to kill two, as had Cai, while Min killed one. It didn’t matter much, as those five were the weakest of them all.

Their emerald-green robes fluttered in the wind as they descended from the mini warship that they used to travel. Considering that their strongest member was in the middle of the Revolving Core Realm, the ship wasn’t theirs but likely on a loan from their Elders.

They landed one by one, their leader–a man Wei’s age who managed to actually receive a title, Quiet Blade, due to how impossibly silent his strikes were, even if executed in plain sight–stepping forward rather casually, not even tossing a glance to the old man and the kids, thankfully, and focusing entirely on Wei.

“Little rats have managed to hide and flee for so long; I’m embarrassed,” he said, his voice rather high-pitched. Wei tensed, reaching for the scabbard slowly.

“You didn’t have to chase us, Jin Lei,” Wei said.

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“Then you shouldn’t have touched that which belonged to me.”

“Hah. Are you really saying that any stone just lying under the sky is yours?”

“More mine than yours,” he said, grinning. “Why haven’t you run off like you’ve been doing all this while? I’ve started enjoying running you down, you pathetic vermin. Oh? Did you worry I might torture where you went off to out of them? Ha ha ha. Quite amusing.” Wei gnashed his teeth yet couldn’t make the first move. Any second they bought was a second longer that they could restore their Qi, so if he wanted to yap on… he wasn’t going to stop.