It was quite a distance from the Capital, away from the scrutiny of cultivators, and a reliable ally had to be Master Zhao of the Flame Sect. Master Zhao was also out helping with disaster relief, after all. Thanks to the Flame Sect's long-standing foundation and the resources provided by Nanli, they could still manage for a while. Despite his strong internal energy, the fatigue of recent labors was evident on him.
However, his practice of the Fire Cloud Spell allowed him to immediately sense someone was in the room.
"Who is it?!" he shouted.
He pointed his sword, and the energy within surged forward, striking toward a shadowy corner.
Yun Yubai easily deflected the attack. He hadn't even withdrawn his fingers when a hint of surprise crossed his face. "So it's the Fire Cloud Spell?"
His movements were quick and decisive, carrying a threatening aura that Master Zhao had never encountered before.