The Early Heavenly God cultivator ahead had clearly noticed the pursuers behind him.
His brows knitted slightly, and he increased his speed once more.
But he was fast, and Huang Yuelan was faster.
In only a moment, Huang Yuelan caught up with the cultivator.
With a flash of her figure, she blocked his path.
In the void, the two faced each other from afar.
He was a young man wearing golden battle armor, with an unruly look on his face.
His cultivation was at the Early Heavenly God level.
Yet the aura he exuded far surpassed that of others at the same level.
A dense battle intent swirled around him, like a primeval ferocious beast ready to choose someone to devour at any moment.
The young man looked at Huang Yuelan, who had blocked his way. His brows drew tightly together, and a trace of displeasure flashed in his eyes.
"Why have you stopped me?" His voice was deep, carrying an innate dominance.
Huang Yuelan calmed her excitement and did her best to make her tone sound peaceful.
"Fellow Daoist, I sensed that you possess something extremely similar to what I need."
"Would you mind taking it out and letting me have a look?"
"If it truly is what I need, I'm willing to exchange an item of equal—or even greater—value for it."
She kept her posture very low, hoping to resolve things peacefully.
After all, the other party was no weakling, and she could faintly sense that there seemed to be gazes spying on them from the shadows.
Upon hearing this, the young man's brows furrowed even deeper. A trace of wariness and amusement flashed through his eyes.
"Oh? Something on me?"
He sized Huang Yuelan up and down, as if assessing something.
"We of the Zhan Family never