Fang Yanying could somehow understand what Uncle-Master wanted to express. That man in white had kins where their bodies had similar death-defying abilities, maybe some even mastered extraordinary powers.
It was not a big deal when dealing with one or two with similar capabilities but if there was a whole group with the same death-defying abilities as the man in white? It did not matter whether there were some with weaker attacks and strengths than the man in white, it would still be a spine-chilling force.
She could not help but worry because she was clear that Uncle-Master would not be afraid, but behind him was still Qing Xuan — the other pupils of the same sect that she had never met before.
Not all of them were as formidable as Uncle-Master.
Shen Lian smiled at her, those pair of eyes filled with warm mirth and the deep significance that could pierce through Fan Yanying's inner mind.
Finally, Shen Lian said, "Follow me back to the mountains."