From the outside, there was nothing eye-catching about the sword. It was crude and ordinary, its scabbard wrapped in a strip of cloth, making it look like a piece of scrap metal.
Without question, this woman was an immortal cultivator, but didn't all cultivators have Storage Bags? In the eight hundred years Lin Xuan had set foot in the world of immortal cultivation, he truly had never seen anyone carry a treasure like this.
This woman's behavior was strange and suspicious in every way.
It was as if she were shrouded in a layer of mist. Lin Xuan would never provoke such a person, but those three Sea Race members clearly did not possess his eyesight.
In their view, the other party was a fish on the chopping block, to be sliced horizontally or vertically as they pleased.
The leading Sea Race member looked about thirty or so. He was ugly, with a malicious smile on his face. His gaze swept over the woman's body, and he burst into laughter. "Girl, if you don't want to suffer more, you'd best surrender without a fight. Otherwise, once we start, even if this lord wants to cherish beauty and pity jade, I'm afraid I might still hurt you."
"Exactly, exactly. Brother Luo's divine abilities are far beyond those of cultivators of the same rank. He has always loved to cherish beauty and pity jade. Miss, you'd best know what's good for you."
"Fellow Daoist Zhang speaks truly. Girl, from the look of you, you're just a Rogue Cultivator. If you follow Fellow Daoist Luo, from now on you'll eat fragrant food and drink spicy wine, and never have to worry about cultivation again."
The other two early-Lihe Realm Sea Race members chimed in as well. Looking at their servile, fawning manner,