Yun Shu's first thought was that he wanted to steal his thousand Spirit Stones!
But he immediately dismissed the idea. A thousand Spirit Stones was certainly a lot, but surely it wasn't enough to tempt someone like this? Just look at how he'd killed that man in an instant from such a distance. It was clear that whenever he wanted to kill a Demonic Cultivator, he could do it.
Why wait until Yun Shu had accepted the mission and come here before making a move?
So Yun Shu was curious: why had this man followed him?
And for so long?
Out here in the wilderness, could he be planning to... kill him?
That didn't make sense either. They had no grudge between them, and from the man's tone, he seemed to have some connection with Yun Shu's master, and even with that Senior Brother who existed only in legend.
Besides, Yun Shu had never been the sort to make enemies. He kept to himself, lived simply, and did nothing but cultivate.
He couldn't figure it out.
Still, Yun Shu vaguely suspected that this man, like his master, might want to teach him something.
For one thing, he envied that skill of sleeping so soundly.
Surely the man hadn't stepped in because he saw Yun Shu was in danger?
Steward Kong was even more bewildered. "Weren't you unable to get up?"
Looking at Yun Shu sitting on the ground, full of life and energy, there was no way he looked like someone who'd been gravely injured.
Yun Shu looked innocent. "I can get up now. He really was strong, though."
"Are you hurt?" Steward Kong asked almost instinctively.
"No. He wasn't strong enough to hurt me. I was just about to lure him into taking the bait, but you stole the