Three cultivators arrived.
The leader looked middle-aged. With his horse face, triangular eyes, two wisps of mustache, and a large mole at the corner of his mouth, his ugly appearance truly did not match his mid Purple Mansion cultivation.
After landing, the middle-aged cultivator swept Wang Chen with a cold, disdainful gaze, his eyes carrying a trace of viciousness and inscrutability.
"Demonic Beasts have been appearing frequently lately. There is suspicion that a Great Demon is behind it."
He said blandly to Wang Chen, "Report to the valley immediately if anything happens. There must be no mistakes!"
His tone carried a lofty arrogance.
Wang Chen nodded.
He had no desire to waste even a breath on him.
The members of Feixu Camp came from highly complicated backgrounds. There were down-and-out cultivators wandering the wilderness, criminal cultivators wanted in immortal cities, reclusive cultivators concealing their names and identities...
And people like Wang Chen, smugglers from the Lower Realm.
Though it was merely a small Rogue Cultivator organization, there were dozens of Rogue Cultivator factions of all sizes in Feixu Valley.
Their open and covert struggles had never ceased.
It truly was a small temple with fierce demon winds.
But survival was difficult. Only by huddling together for warmth had they barely managed to come together and jointly resist the dangers outside.
This arrogant cultivator was named Li Chengdong. He was a minor leader in Feixu Camp.
The faction Li Chengdong belonged to had deep conflicts with Zhang Mushan's faction, and Wang Chen happened to be under Zhang Mushan's protection. Naturally, Li Chengdong found Wang Chen displeasing.
However, Wang Chen was also a mid Purple Mansion cultivator and had a good relationship with Zhang Mushan. Li Chengdong had his misgivings and did not dare make trouble for him lightly.
But his attitude