The voice came so suddenly that Yang An froze for a moment when he heard it.
These figures...
He looked over.
The dozen or so figures that had appeared were exactly like the ones he had slain earlier. Their faces were completely invisible, their entire bodies pitch-black, as though shrouded in shadow.
At the same time, Yang An could not sense any aura from them, nor could he judge their cultivation or strength.
Yet the voice entering his ears felt somewhat strange.
Because it sounded awkward, like an imitation of a human voice, stiff and unnatural. Moreover, the direction the voice came from seemed to be different from the direction these people had arrived from.
Golden Sword Sect?
He had never heard of any Golden Sword Sect.
There were actually sects within the Xian Source Land? Could these figures be the original living beings of this Lower Kou world?
Yang An watched these figures warily. They also seemed to be watching him with caution. More than ten meters separated both sides, and neither dared approach rashly.
Since he could hear them speak, that meant they could communicate.
After thinking for a moment, Yang An stared at the dozen black figures and slowly spoke.
"Who are you people?"
"This old man is the sect master of the Golden Sword Sect. You barged into the territory of my Golden Sword Sect, destroyed the dwellings of my Golden Sword Sect, and killed members of my Golden Sword Sect. Should you not give this old man an explanation?"
Yang An's question received an answer, yet he still could not determine which figure the voice had come from.
Could it be that the frequency of their consciousnesses still did not match?
With that thought, Yang An had Gong Niang relax a little more, slightly easing