Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Hong Fuxiu, still in her red attire, stood beside Kou Ta, looking toward the east.

The conflict among the Demon Clan in the east hadn’t ended when suddenly, a wave of mana fluctuations erupted from the south. However, those mana waves flashed by and didn’t last long, indicating someone was probing.

Probing like this, who knows how many times it occurs in a day, because no one knows how many people are hidden around Jade Valley right now.

With so many people mingling together, conflicts and disagreements are inevitable.

Although everyone knows now is not the time for fighting, people can’t help but brawl to fight for a better position.

Just as Yang Zhenshan and the others were quietly staying in the valley, suddenly three auras appeared above the valley.

Yang Zhenshan sensed the approach of those three auras and suddenly opened his eyes, exchanging a glance with Yun Xiao.

“May I ask which fellow Daoist resides here? I, Feng Guiyue from Wind Valley, come to pay respect!”

With these words, a Spiritual Sense quietly glanced over. Yang Zhenshan narrowed his eyes, his Spiritual Sense spread out, colliding unceremoniously with the probing sense.

“Scram!”

An angry shout with no emotion rang out, directly dispersing the Spiritual Sense.

In the sky above the valley, Feng Guiyue’s complexion slightly changed, then he cupped his hands in salute, “I was disrespectful, I hope you can forgive me!”

After speaking, he said nothing more and hurriedly left with his two companions.

What a joke; the Spiritual Sense intensity that Yang Zhenshan just showed far exceeded Feng Guiyue’s. As long as Feng Guiyue wasn’t foolish, he would know these people were not to be trifled with here.