At dusk, as the sun was setting.
The rosy afterglow painted the entire sky, blazing like fire and red as blood.
Su Fan stood there with his hands behind his back, looking at the several cultivators sprawled on the ground. A helpless smile appeared on his face.
He had only just left that Immortal City when these clowns suddenly appeared and blocked his path.
This place was only a hundred or so li from that Immortal City, yet in broad daylight, someone had actually stopped him to rob him.
Damn it, was the public order in a medium world really this bad?
Su Fan slapped the Gathering Yin Secret Realm at his waist and summoned Yaksha.
"Yaksha pays respects to my master..."
Su Fan glanced at Yaksha, then pointed at the several cultivators sprawled on the ground.
"Hand these clowns over to Old Wang and have him interrogate them properly..."
A cloud of ghostly smoke surged from Yaksha's entire body. It wrapped around the several cultivators, then darted into the Gathering Yin Secret Realm.
What the hell...
Ever since arriving in the medium world, Su Fan had been bottling up a bellyful of anger.
Damn it, never mind that the Celestial Race bullied him—even a few petty thieves now dared to rob him.
Su Fan did not want to keep traveling either. He did not even have a goal right now, and aside from running around aimlessly, he had no idea where to go.
So he might as well find somewhere to stay quietly for a few days and wait until he had a goal.
Su Fan found a cave in a nearby mountain range and entered the Gathering Yin Secret Realm.
He arrived at the valley in the Gathering Yin Secret Realm, glanced at the oil-lamp artifact on the