This was a man's voice.
Likewise, he was the only man among this group.
As his voice rang out, a young man who appeared to be only around twenty stepped out from the crowd.
His eyes were like those of a hunting hawk; when he fixed someone with his gaze, they felt as though they were prey being watched.
His lean body was covered in no fewer than a hundred wounds.
There were even more tears in his clothes than wounds on his body. They had long since been tattered beyond recognition, seeming even worse than the filthy rags of the dirtiest beggar on the streets.
Yet despite wearing such ragged, filthy clothes, his handsome face and hands were so clean that they seemed spotless.
All of this was discordant enough.
Then his hawk-like eyes flashed again, making anyone who glanced at him feel unbearably uneasy.
Judging by his cultivation, he was certainly not weak. He had already reached the First Grade Saint Star Position.
Yet compared to the women he had just shouted at, he was still far inferior.
The woman with the lowest cultivation among them was already on par with him.
Several of them were even far stronger than he was.
Yet the instant those women were shouted at by him, they reacted as though struck by lightning, springing up from the ground.
The woman with the highest cultivation, at the Fifth Grade Saint Star Position, hurried forward and asked with eyes full of affection, "Chu Huan, didn't you tell them to escort you? Why did you run up to the front?"
"Yes, Chu Huan. This is deep within Tian Lian Mountain. It's extremely dangerous."
"Brother Huan, hurry back into the crowd. With your sisters protecting you, we absolutely won't let anything happen to you."
"Chu Huan,