At noon, Xu Yi arrived at the summit of Goshawk Mountain, its dark peaks looming overhead. Flat Waves had already been waiting there.
Four others had come with Flat Waves. They all carried themselves with extraordinary poise, and it was obvious they were on the same level as Flat Waves.
Flat Waves briefly introduced Xu Yi to the other four. When they heard the name Empty Void Young Master, Kuang Baozhen, whose nickname was Poison Dragon, and the female cultivator with the face of an old woman, nicknamed Black Water Fairy, both raised their brows and studied him intently for quite a while.
The other two showed no reaction of recognition. They were the middle-aged cultivator Mu Zhenyi, nicknamed Sword Soul, and Dong Xingyun, a portly old man carrying a white bone fan.
Not only that, Mu Zhenyi got straight to the point. "You're only at the lower corpse stage. Even if you enter the Divine Tomb, you'll be little more than dead weight. For your own sake, why not give up this opportunity and transfer your prohibition token to us in exchange for a handsome reward? You'd face no risks at all. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"
Xu Yi ignored him and looked at Flat Waves. "Brother Flat Waves, having fellow cultivators like Brother Mu, with his level of intelligence, traveling with us is truly worrying. Since we're about to set off, I think we'd better lay down some ground rules."
"You're asking for death!"
"How dare you!"
Mu Zhenyi and Dong Xingyun shouted in unison, and the air in the group instantly grew taut with hostility.
Flat Waves made no move to smooth things over. Instead, he watched Xu Yi calmly, waiting to see how he would respond.
Xu Yi sneered. "There's no question of daring or not daring.