"I was just passing by in my spare time. May I ask why you've blocked my way? Don't tell me you mean to gang up on me just because you have more people?" Lu Xiaotian cursed inwardly. That damned Teleportation Mirror was indeed somewhat wondrous, but his enemies had still noticed something amiss, leaving him surrounded by the three of them.
In truth, Lu Xiaotian knew he couldn't blame the Teleportation Mirror. Ever since his battle with the three-headed snake demon Biqiong, his horizons had continually broadened, and he had somewhat underestimated this wrinkled man, who was only at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. The man's thoughts were astonishingly meticulous. When he first discovered Lu Xiaotian, he hadn't acted rashly. Instead, he'd guessed at Lu Xiaotian's intentions and used Zhao Li to lay this Dragon Gate Formation, waiting specifically for him.
Fortunately, the short, sinister old woman seemed to be no more than at the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage. No great cultivator had appeared, and Lu Xiaotian felt slightly more at ease.
"Death is staring you in the face, and you still have time to run your mouth. There's no need to waste words on him. Just kill him." The short old woman stomped the surface of the water with the deadwood staff in her hand. A whirl of icy wind burst outward, its chill dark and sinister. She looked ready to attack at the slightest disagreement.
"Don't be hasty. Let's first find out what he's here for." The wrinkled man sent the old woman a secret message. Then he looked at Lu Xiaotian again. "Why not tell us plainly which faction sent you? If it's enough to make us wary, we might let you leave. Of course, if you keep your mouth shut, you'll have a