Swoosh! Swoosh!
After another half day of dashing, Chu Ming and Lin Yumei finally encountered the first disciple of the Cyan Yang Sect. It was a man with dark skin, stained with fresh blood and heavily injured. Chu Ming had some impression of him, having seen him once in the Treasure Pavilion.
"Brother Zhao, what's happened to you?"
When the two appeared, the core disciple of the Cyan Yang Sect was desperately running for his life in the desert, panting heavily.
"Junior Sister Lin, run for your life, there's a fifth-level middle tier demon beast behind me!" Zhao Ming's eyes lit up when he saw Chu Ming and Lin Yumei but then quickly dimmed again.
A fifth-level middle tier demon beast could rival the stronger ones of the Second Layer of the True Dao. Outside the Heavenly Flame Secret Realm, Lin Yumei's strength was comparable to his. Now, in such a rush, Zhao Ming hadn't had time to sense Lin Yumei's aura fully.
