Poisonous thoughts spun through Blood Demon's mind, but the hostile air around him had already been withdrawn. The best moment had yet to come, so he absolutely could not arouse the other party's vigilance.
Yet how could Lin Xuan be compared to an ordinary cultivator? He had seen countless schemes and intrigues in his life. Although he still did not know that the cultivator surnamed Fang was Blood Demon, he had long since taken notice of this old fellow.
Both sides were plotting against each other, though on the surface, they appeared incomparably harmonious.
At this moment, Lin Xuan went off to ask for directions. After a flash of radiance, he arrived before several cultivators.
There were men and women among them, their cultivation uneven, but all of them were in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The group was flying very slowly, still constantly conversing with one another.
Seeing Lin Xuan suddenly appear before them with carefree grace, their expressions changed greatly one after another. The impatient ones had already reached out and slapped their storage pouches, bringing out their spiritual tools.
Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to it. An extremely powerful spiritual pressure surged out from his body.
The cultivators only felt their entire bodies go weak, almost falling from midair.
Fortunately, this spiritual pressure came quickly and left just as quickly, but they were already drenched in cold sweat.
Everyone's face had gone pale. An old man with a face full of wrinkles stepped out from among them. "Greetings, Senior. I wonder what instructions you have? We Seven Friends of Yun Mountain will certainly carry them out."
As he spoke, he swept Lin Xuan with his divine sense. With his cultivation at Foundation Establishment Late Stage, he naturally could not see the depth of Lin Xuan's strength.
However,