At this moment, Han Zhiyu pulled out an item from his bosom, two thumb-sized red stones. They had the crystal clarity of jade, though without its beauty, as they were enveloped by hundreds and thousands of tiny patterns resembling densely packed centipedes.
Han Zhiyu picked one out and handed it over, "These are two Sensing Stones, crush one if anything happens, and I'll come immediately."
One person took the thumb-sized Sensing Stone from Han Zhiyu's hand, put it away in his bosom, and impatiently turned around.
The other responded, "Second Uncle, rest assured. I, Li Jiang, will certainly wreak havoc among them like a flock of chickens and dogs, blood flowing like rivers, as cruel as can be—pulling out the people behind the Immortal Sect."
Saying this, Li Jiang, along with his younger brother Li He, strode out of the alley and walked straight to the Sword Stele, stepping onto the first layer of stone steps.
