"Young Master, may I ask which faction you come from? We are disciples of Yin Corpse Mountain, here in search of the Treasure Saint Tree. My name is Qing Chan, this is my senior brother Ma Le... and this is Prince Poluo. Just call him Little Luo!" Qing Chan said as she introduced them to Chu Jiang, her pretty face flushing slightly.
Senior Brother Ma Le felt miserable beside her. His junior sister really was obsessed with looks—she could not even walk when she saw a handsome man.
She had directly told him all their identities and what they were here to do.
Prince Poluo's expression darkened even further in the distance.
Damn it, he had truly embarrassed himself just now.
Couldn't he have held on for one more second?
And besides, everyone else got a proper introduction. Why was he reduced to Little Luo? He was, at the very least, a prince of an ancient kingdom.
"I am a Rogue Cultivator, not from the Corpse Domain," Chu Jiang said, revealing no further information.
The Treasure Saint Tree they had mentioned did pique his interest. Since he was already here, he naturally would not miss such an opportunity.
"So that is how it is. Young Master, your divine might is extraordinary. Why not travel with us? If we find the Treasure Saint Tree, Young Master may be the first to pluck its sacred fruit. What do you say?" Senior Brother Ma Le offered.
Someone from the Outer Realm daring to enter the Ancient Mine of Myriad Sins on his first visit could indeed be called bold.
"Not from the Corpse Domain?"
Prince Poluo walked over, somewhat displeased. Ever since this man had appeared, Junior Sister Qing Chan's eyes had never left him.
Though he had no background in the Corpse