One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator led the other Sinful Cultivators back the way they had come. Reaching the foot of the hill, they lay in ambush amid the bushes and looked up.
On the secluded little hill, there were only four people.
Ji Qingbai and the other two were covered in blood and still meditating to heal their wounds, while that young cultivator stood guard beside them with a wary expression.
"They're not running? Are they waiting here to die?" Diao Laosan sneered.
One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator frowned. "I'm afraid it's a trap."
"Why not spread our divine sense and take a look?" one Sinful Cultivator said.
"They'll notice."
"There isn't even a Foundation Establishment cultivator here. We just need to be careful."
"It's that little brat. His divine sense is absurdly strong. If we spy with divine sense, he'll definitely discover us."
"How is that possible?"
"Why would I lie to you?"
The Sinful Cultivators argued for a few moments. Then One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator asked, "Big Brother, what should we do?"
Bald Sinful Cultivator pondered. "Ji Qingbai is an outsider. He has no connections in Immortal City, so there won't be many cultivators willing to help him."
"As for that little brat, he seems to be a local Monster Hunter, but he's too young. He can't possibly know many people."
"Even if there is an ambush, there won't be many people lying in wait."
"We have enough men to kill every last one of them!"
One-Eyed Sinful Cultivator nodded and could not help flattering him. "Big Brother is wise!"
Bald Sinful Cultivator's gaze turned cold as he continued, "We make our living licking blood off the edge of a blade. Meat delivered right before our eyes—even if it's laid upon a blade's edge—there's no reason not to eat it."
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