This was a lush, verdant valley.
In the originally empty valley, only a young man who appeared to be in his twenties sat cross-legged. He had refined, elegant features and wore a long azure robe, giving off an approachable air.
He seemed to be cultivating some sort of technique.
In the vast valley, his lone presence made the place seem exceptionally tranquil.
Yet such tranquility was always destined to be broken.
Suddenly.
Whoosh!
The sound of air exploding tore in from the void several hundred zhang away from the man in azure.
Its speed was simply too great, warping the heavens and earth there for an instant and immediately startling the azure-robed man from his focused cultivation.
He looked toward the source of the sound, his face full of astonishment.
There were two... Not right, five... That did not seem right either. More precisely, there were five and a half people.
Because one of them was nothing more than a crimson face.
The original owner of that face had evidently been a stunningly beautiful woman, yet in her current state, it was impossible to acknowledge her as such.
The two people beside that face looked utterly bedraggled.
The remaining three were each slung over the shoulders of the two men.
The three had clearly been affected by something. Whether unconscious or asleep was unknown, but they were obviously the two men's companions.
What truly made the azure-robed man feel the difference was this.
The cultivation gap between the two conscious men seemed far too great.
The one who had clearly caused the explosive sound was the burly man, whose Supreme Realm aura was completely undisguised.
But the other one... was only at the mere late-stage Star Realm.
Was that gap not far too terrifying?
As the azure-robed man observed them,