C75 The Quiet Path

On the frontier of the Zhao State, Han Binn stood with his back to a broad, swiftly flowing river. Nearby, five cultivators clad in blue watched him warily, their magical instruments levitating around them, casting brilliant glows. Their faces were ashen, betraying the vast amounts of Spiritual Power they had expended.

Uniformly dressed, each bore an embroidered 'Zhao' on their chest