The Second Leader in charge was a fat-eared, broad-faced immortal cultivator.
His attire was really no different from a bandit of the mortal world.
He wore a front-buttoned mandarin jacket, and across his shoulder he carried a Ghost Head broadsword.
Protruding ears, a bulbous nose—never mind his ugly looks; the key was that his whole body gave off a vulgar air.
At a glance, he looked like nothing more than an ordinary mountain bandit. Who would ever connect him with an expert?
But as the saying went, a man could not be judged by his looks, nor the sea measured with a dipper.
This fellow truly was an expert. The spiritual pressure emanating from him was indeed at the Lihe stage, and boundless, profound magic power flowed wantonly through his meridians.
Naturally, he also saw Lin Xuan leave the Spirit Boat and rapidly approach this place. His eyes narrowed slightly, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. "Interesting. This fat sheep has quite some courage."
"Second Brother, could there be a trick? The other party's actions are rather too bold," Scholar of the Sacred Hand said, somewhat more cautious, his expression incomparably grave.
"A trick? What trick? Within tens of thousands of li around here, you absolutely won't find a second cultivator. The other party is merely one Lihe cultivator—can he overturn the heavens?"
The Second Leader spoke with complete indifference. Eldest Brother had indeed said that when doing business, one had to be careful and pay close attention, but caution was not a synonym for shrinking back in fear.
There was a proper measure to everything. If one looked before and behind too much, how was one supposed to run a business without capital?
That kid was only mid-stage. He would have no problem taking