Zhao Lin was hiding in a thicket, waiting for an elder to arrive and save the day, when he suddenly heard a burst of hurried footsteps.
The footsteps were chaotic and scattered, coming from several directions. There were at least five people!
'These idiots, why are they coming over to watch the show? They're going to get themselves killed!'
Zhao Lin's expression changed. A thought suddenly struck him: although the signal flare could summon an elder, it would also attract curious disciples.
It was no wonder. During last year's autumn harvest, his own first reaction upon seeing a signal flare had been to go see what was happening.
But they didn't know that the danger this time wasn't from beasts, but from people!
What was worse, two of the approaching disciples were running from a direction that put them on a collision course with the two masked men's escape route.
The two groups were about to run right into each other!
'What should I do?'
