A total of four Wanderers immediately revealed wary looks.
They sized up Wang Yu, who had suddenly appeared, and the men were incomparably astonished in their hearts, because before he had spoken, their spiritual senses had given no response at all.
This meant two possibilities: either the other party's strength was far above theirs, or he possessed an exceedingly brilliant concealment secret art.
Thoughts flashed through their minds like lightning.
Among the four Wanderers, the strongest—a cultivator who had reached the Nascent Soul First Layer—took the initiative to pick up the conversation and said cautiously, "This... Senior, may I ask how we should address you? I am Qiu Mi, and these three are my junior brothers Qiu Jue, Qiu Kong, and Qiu Jing."
"Oh?"
Wang Yu had no intention of hiding his identity and said directly, "This Seat is Wang Yu, a Red Kite Cultivator. Do you young friends come from the Heaven Sea Ancient Sect?"
"Indeed."
Hearing that Wang Yu came from Red Kite, the vigilance in their hearts instantly rose severalfold. In their Chaotic Ancient Sea Cultivation World, they all shared one common understanding of demonic cultivators born in Red Kite.
That was that this group of people dared, for the sake of profit, to willingly throw away their lives and attempt it—even if the chance of success was only one in ten.
They were a rather mad bunch.
The moment Qiu Mi thought of the mission Dragon Zen Master had assigned, he dared even less to reveal his true purpose. It was just that his forward-leaning posture, as well as his behavior of using his body to block a certain ruined entrance behind him, looked extremely comical.
In the eyes of an experienced powerhouse like Wang Yu, this kind of subconscious reaction had thoroughly exposed their true