Good Teeth, Good Appetite—You Don't Agree?
The blood arrow had been fired by this purple-robed cultivator. He had finally arrived before Song Shuhang and Senior White entered the forbidden area, stopping Song Shuhang just as he was about to go in.
Song Shuhang turned around and looked at the purple-robed cultivator. The man had called out his name the moment he opened his mouth, but Song Shuhang did not know him at all. Besides, the man seemed extremely worried that he would enter this forbidden area.
Song Shuhang looked at the purple-robed cultivator. The man's condition was somewhat strange. Song Shuhang could not sense any true qi or spiritual energy from him at all, so he could not infer his cultivation realm or strength.
"Hehe, you finally showed yourselves? I thought you were going to wait until Shuhang and I entered the forbidden area before appearing," Senior White said calmly.
Clearly, Senior White had discovered this purple-robed cultivator long ago. Even that mural talisman treasure had been deliberately modified by Senior White to increase its power.
"As expected of a Venerable-Tier figure. I had already been as careful as possible, yet you still noticed me," the purple-robed cultivator said, equally calm.
"That goes without saying. I live in an environment where people scheme against me all day long... As long as someone is plotting against me, they can't escape my intuition." Senior White looked smug.
Song Shuhang: "..."
The purple-robed cultivator's lips twitched faintly. Was being schemed against all day really something worth being proud of?
"Since you've shown yourselves, that's perfect. It saves me the trouble of ambushing you at the forbidden area's entrance. I'll just flatten you with one barrage right here!" Senior White said cheerfully.
"Just a newly advanced Seventh-Grade Venerable, yet your tone is quite arrogant.