Lu Xiaotian swept his gaze over the group. He RuoShuang's beautiful eyes roamed over him, clearly interested. Wu Xiaoai's expression remained calm, her emotions unreadable, while Sun Youcai wore a gloomy look, his eyes carrying a hint of malicious delight. It seemed that this trip to that damned treasure ground was most likely meant to drag him along as cannon fodder. Sun Youcai's experience was probably much the same as his own. But if they truly thought they had him in the bag, Lu Xiaotian sneered inwardly. Once they came to blows, they would find out who had whom in the bag.
"Golden Centipede, you're here dragging in cannon fodder again." Just as Lu Xiaotian was considering whether to make a move, a booming voice rang out. A burly man draped in a fiery red cloak, with long flaming-red hair and a twelve-foot broadsword slung over his shoulder, came hurtling through the air.
This man's appearance was exceedingly flamboyant. Ordinary Golden Core cultivators, even if they possessed magical artifacts, would keep them inside their bodies for nurturing, or store them in artifacts similar to Lu Xiaotian's Spirit Nurturing Gourd. A style like this burly man's, like some bandit of the rivers and lakes, was genuinely rare.
"Zhao Fifth, mind your own business." Seeing the burly man approach, Jin Changdao's face darkened as he replied irritably.
"Your little bit of business? Even if you begged me to meddle, I couldn't be bothered. Isn't it just that damned rumor about the Nascent Soul Formation Pill? Something utterly fabricated, and you actually took it seriously." Zhao Huotian spoke with a face full of disdain.
"Then why the hell did you come looking for me? To beg for food?" A trace of darkness appeared on Jin Changdao's forehead. He seemed to have endured Zhao