Four somewhat weary-looking cultivators appeared in the passageway.
Three men and one woman. The woman wore a purple dharma robe, her complexion somewhat dark, but she had a lovely melon-seed face and phoenix eyes. There was not an ounce of excess flesh on her body; her figure was exquisite, carrying a seductive charm that seeped into the bones.
Of the three male cultivators, one was about as tall and sturdy as Ye Xiaozheng. He wore black leather armor, was in his thirties, and held a pair of meteor hammers the size of pumpkins. Another was dressed as a scholar in a green robe, holding a gray wooden fan and wearing a scholar's cap. He was in his forties. The last was a young cultivator in a pale yellow dharma robe patterned with clouds, about Wei Suo's age. Aside from a slight gap in his chin, he was rather handsome and elegant as a jade tree in the wind, comparable to the white-robed scholar Wei Suo had frightened away.
The instant these four cultivators saw people in the burial chamber, their bodies tensed, each looking as though they faced a formidable enemy.
"Nangong Yuqing, Liu Wu!"
"Nalan Bing!"
Once they recognized one another, both sides immediately withdrew the magical artifacts they had been about to activate.
This woman's cultivation is so high! From both sides' reactions, Wei Suo knew these newcomers were Tie Ce's people. He had already swept them with his Qi Gazing Technique. The three male cultivators were nothing extraordinary, merely Fifth Level of Sea of Consciousness Realm cultivators. But the dark-complexioned female cultivator at the front was astonishingly a Circulation Realm First Level cultivator as well.
At this point, Wei Suo understood that Tie Ce's three groups were likely each led by a Circulation Realm cultivator. Dealing with