Across the boundless grassland, a group of cultivators hurried through the air.
There were fourteen cultivators in this group. Leading them were three Great Nascent Soul Cultivators: two at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage and one in the late Nascent Soul stage. Half of the rest were in the Nascent Soul stage, while the remaining four cultivators were at the Peak Core Formation stage.
At this moment, the group flew extremely cautiously across the vast grassland, as if they were searching for something.
Suddenly, one of the peak Nascent Soul cultivators leading the way abruptly halted. His expression turned icy as his eyes fixed on a certain spot directly ahead.
Sensing this, the other cultivators immediately stopped as well. Their expressions likewise filled with vigilance.
"I wonder which fellow cultivator is here. We of the Five Spirits Sect are merely passing through. If we've disturbed you, please forgive us. Fellow Cultivator Mo and the rest of us will immediately take another route."
The old man in his fifties at the head of the group cupped his fists toward a place thick with reeds and spoke with extreme courtesy. As he spoke, he signaled for those beside him to circle around to the left.
His words were polite, and he also appeared extremely cautious. It seemed he had no wish to provoke any trouble.
The Five Spirits Sect was not well-known in the Dark Sea Region and was probably merely a small sect. There were no fewer than eight or ten thousand such minor sects in the Dark Sea Region.
Although the sect was weak, the old man with the surname Mo, as the sect master of the Five Spirits Sect, was nevertheless a person of extraordinary ability. His thoughts were especially meticulous.
Though his words were courteous, he