In reality, although Lin Aotian was attacked by various hidden hands for quite some time, it was actually only a matter of a dozen breaths. It wasn't until the appearance of the White Tiger's phantom and the explosion that enough commotion was created to attract the attention of others. So even when Xiao Lin and the others, who lived at the mountain top, rushed over, all they saw was a mass of blue flames.

Before they could figure out what was happening, the surroundings were quickly covered in purple. In the blink of an eye, it seemed only they were left... along with the figure lying on the ground in front of them.

"Lin Aotian?" Ning Yunmiao looked at Lin Aotian, who was struggling to sit up, and was first taken aback, then openly showed her disgust. "What are you doing here?"

As soon as she asked, Luo Qingyan stepped aside to block in front of her, with a long sword already in hand.