"All right, but it would be best not to bring disciples below the late Foundation Establishment stage. That silver-haired youth is skilled in a strange sonic attack. Anyone hit by it is utterly powerless to resist."
After a brief moment of thought, Wugu still told the others where the battle had taken place. Besides, seeing the hatred in Wulihan and Wuliyu's eyes, even he probably could not stop their eagerness for revenge. If he refused now, those two nephews would likely step forward on their own. Recalling the astonishing calm and fierceness the silver-haired youth had displayed against his enemies, Wugu could not help shivering. He had better leave his family a few more descendants.
"Wuzhan, Wubi, what brings you to my place today? Come, taste this jar of Bloodworm Wine I brewed recently." In a stretch of marshland, vicious miasma permeated the surroundings, while the eerie croaking of frogs drifted faintly through the air. Aside from the frogs, there were seemingly no other insect chirps or beast cries, making the nearby environment feel exceptionally strange.
"Of course we have important business. As for the wine, forget it. We don't have time for that." The burly Wuzhan shook his head outright. He instinctively loathed the evil aura that seeped from Shaba and even from the cultivators of the Beast Demon Valley, an aura unlike that of humans. If this matter had not been so important, requiring the help of these people, he would never have come here.
"If Fellow Daoist Wuzhan looks down on us unorthodox cultivators, then feel free to leave. I won't keep you." Shaba's build was similar to Wuzhan's, and he too was unusually burly, but his laughter carried a hint of feminine softness, the complete opposite extreme of Wuzhan's masculine vigor.
"My clansman here doesn't know