Bab 151: Chapter 151

Finally, the leader of the group gestured for the others to pull back their swords.

Feng Zhiwei let out a quiet sigh of relief. With the swords no longer hanging above them, at least they would have a fighting chance if it came to blows. 

"Why are you brothers camping in this ancient temple? Where are you heading?" Feng Zhiwei smiled as she made casual conversation, deliberately ignoring the way the other martial artists still surrounded her as they moved away and rested. 

"To the mountain." The leader replied shortly, clearly uninterested in chatting. 

The ancient temple was a shoddy shelter with thick dust and animal droppings littered across the ground; some wild animals trapped inside scurried around in terror as rain pounded outside, and a light mist gradually crept over the mountain.