"Just ahead."
On the rugged mountain path, Fang Yesheng looked at a mark on the rock by the roadside and said, "There are more and more marks, those two must have descended from the air, giving Uncle Master more time to leave traces."
In other words, they were about to catch up with the others.
However, in this moment, Yang Ji showed a look of deep concern.
He looked up at the sky and suddenly withdrew his protective True Qi, allowing the rain to fall on him.
"The rain is getting lighter," Yang Ji said gravely.
If the rain was getting lighter, it meant that the power within the Rain Master Token was either running out or that the other party had refined the Rain Master Token. Either way, the situation did not look good. Perhaps Daoist Ming Zhen…
Fang Yesheng showed disbelief. "Uncle Master has ascended to the Corpse Resolving Immortal rank for many years. Even if he cannot defeat those two, self-protection should not be a problem. How could he possibly come to harm?"