C1697 thunder drum

In a valley a hundred miles away from the Fiery Flaming Valley, a small and exquisite concealment array was set up behind a shady area. Yang Xuanji and Yang Linghe were hiding in the array as they cautiously peered into the valley.

"How is it, how is it?"

Yang Xuanji asked Yang Linghe while maintaining the array.

"Not good. These people must have had experts guiding them from the shadows