He was nearly frantic with fear.
He fought desperately to return, cautiously on guard with his sword when leaving the valley, but now he ran at full speed, not caring for anything else, as the passing trees showered snow upon him.
Pei Ye quickly understood why.
The swordsmanship of the black-robed assailant was too vicious, the methods too bizarre, it seemed like a weapon cultivated solely for murder.
And within this group... there was only one person worth killing.
In a daze, Pei Ye truly felt sorrowful; he had never imagined that this person of high status and calm demeanor would also experience such moments of panic, watching this desperate situation was truly powerless.
He must have deeply respected, trusted, and been close to that upright Master, who had rescued him from distress, and just the day before yesterday, they had talked in the carriage about their visions after reaching the governor's city.