These few men were powerfully built, their muscles knotted like tree roots. They wore no real clothes, only several crudely made animal hides draped over their bodies, exposing bronze skin. Their hair hung loose and wild, making them look like savages.
In an instant, Wei Fan thought of the first time he had met Ji Qingyue. Back then, Ji Qingyue had also been dressed like a primitive, her entire body brimming with wildness.
These people were all Martial Venerable experts, their auras deep and powerful.
Wei Fan cupped his hands. "An accident occurred while I was traveling through a Teleportation Domain Gate, and I fell into the vicinity. May I ask where this place is?"
The panel showed no reaction toward these people, so although they spoke with obvious hostility, he remained polite.
He knew that he might have accidentally entered their territory. Their attitude was understandable.
His words were half true and half false. Whether they believed him was up to them. He could hardly meet a few strangers and tell them that he might have entered Qi Daozhen's tomb, then followed Qi Daozhen's coffin from the Wasteland all the way here.
The few men eyed Wei Fan suspiciously from head to toe, clearly unconvinced by his words.
Teleportation Domain Gates almost never malfunctioned. One might not hear of an accident involving one even once in several decades. And if such an accident did happen, even Martial Kings faced near-certain death unless they were Martial Saints.
Wei Fan claimed to have suffered an accident while using a Teleportation Domain Gate, yet he was completely uninjured and looked full of vigor. It would have been strange if they did not suspect him.
The Leopard-skin Man at their head said coldly, "This is the depths of Cangwu Mountain. Whether you came