Just as Tang Chao leapt into the maple forest with Tang Jing on his back, two figures suddenly descended from the sky, blocking his way midair.
Immediately, Tang Chao's movements retreated, bringing him back to his original position. The two figures followed closely and landed about five meters to the left and right of Tang Chao and Tang Jing.
"Young man, impressive Qinggong skills!" said the man standing on the left side in front of Tang Chao and Tang Jing. He was thin and gaunt, and his voice had a strange intonation, sounding rather effeminate.
Tang Chao's expression turned solemn; just by observing the Qinggong skills of the two men before him, he knew that his martial arts and inner strength were far inferior to theirs.
"Who are you?" Tang Jing asked with a frown. In contrast to Tang Chao, because she was unaware of the depth of the two men's inner strength, she appeared much more composed. "Are you with Wang Chuan?"