"Someone else is coming, someone else is coming." Just after turning past a hill, excited cheers came from up ahead.
"There are people ahead." Mu Cheng's spirits lifted as he also cheered and ran forward.
Apart from the Yang brothers, they hadn't seen any other trialists along the way. Mu Cheng had been worried that they were all dead, inevitably feeling a bit of sadness for others' misfortune. Now seeing other people, and alive at that, how could he not be overjoyed?
Mu Hanyan and the other one followed suit.
Up ahead, the valley widened from narrow to broad, revealing a spacious basin. On the side close to the mountain walls, hundreds of young swordsmen had gathered, using the terrain to construct a camp, and together they built a wall out of huge rocks, resembling a small fortress. The one who had seen Mu Cheng was a young swordsman on lookout atop the wall.
