Qin Yuan had spent a long time roaming Spirit Beast forests and had ample tracking experience.
As he caught up with the group ahead, he quickly pinpointed their location.
Of course, he showed no hostility, stepping out openly to speak with them instead.
He was unsure who they were. If they were natives of this place, perhaps they knew where the treasures lay.
In any case, killing was not the only way to solve a problem. Nor was wasting Soul Power for no reason a wise move.
If a major battle truly broke out, it would only let Spirit Hall's main force behind them reap the rewards.
Stepping out of the bushes, Qin Yuan took note of the four people before him. They all possessed Martial Souls and gave off traces of Soul Power, yet they carried oddly shaped weapons, and their clothing did not resemble the traditional attire of the Douluo Continent.
"Who are you?" the old man at their head demanded warily.
Qin Yuan and the others exchanged glances.
If this Secret Realm was another world, its language should have been completely different from that of the Douluo Continent. Yet not only could they understand these four people, the strangers also possessed Martial Souls and Soul Power. Presumably, they were Soul Masters as well.
As for their attire, Qin Yuan and the others assumed they came from some secluded sect on the continent.
"We mean you no harm. We simply noticed you traveling ahead of us and followed to see what was going on," Bai Baoshan said.
Bai Baoshan looked stout, honest, and good-natured, making his words easier to believe.
The old man leading the group relaxed a little. Since they spoke the same language, that at least proved they had reached the same destination by different paths,