Above the valley, at the point where two mountains intersect, a shadow suddenly descended.
Behind the shadow, two more figures followed.
The two figures, one holding a sword, the other a saber, encircled the shadow from the left and right, falling from above, finally landing on the ground.
The first thing that caught everyone's eye was a disheveled old man with white hair.
The old man was also dressed in beast skin, his clothes stained and seemingly long-neglected. He held a small knife in his left hand, a ball of white thread in his right, and a pair of blood-red pupils glared angrily at those present, appearing rather disheveled.
Following the elder down were the two figures, Yang Ning and Li Hu, who had not shown up until now, both looking solemn and slightly injured.
"Father... you..."
From among the people in the valley, the first to speak was Luo Ming.
But his tone was full of disbelief.
Because the elder who fell from above the valley was his father, Luo Feng.
