Although Wei Suo had already heard from Shopkeeper Zhang and the others that there were four other cultivators when he arrived, he had not expected one of them to be a delicate-looking female cultivator. He was somewhat surprised and could not help taking a few extra looks. The woman appeared to be in her twenties, with a Heavenly Cycle fourth level cultivation. Her skin was fair, and she looked somewhat frail, with a faintly haggard air about her.
"There are other surviving fellow cultivators!"
At the sudden sight of several more cultivators, the four people inside the tortoiseshell were briefly stunned before immediately showing great delight.
"How did this fellow cultivator suffer such severe injuries?"
At that moment, Wei Suo swept his gaze over the others. When he examined the remaining three, he was instantly shocked and could not help letting out a low cry.
Inside the tortoiseshell, beside the delicate female cultivator stood a black-robed cultivator. He was at the Mind Splitting Realm First Level, tall and powerfully built, in his thirties, with a somewhat stiff expression and a face that rarely smiled. He gave the impression of an iron tower. Another cultivator, half-crouched beside the grievously injured man and tending to him, was a scholar in green robes in his thirties. This scholar-like cultivator was at the Circulation Realm Third Level. The heavily injured cultivator lying flat on the ground was a burly man in his thirties. What shocked Wei Suo was that his injuries were extremely severe: most of the flesh from one arm and half his body seemed to have been sliced away by some sharp weapon. Though medicine had been applied and the bleeding had stopped, many bones were exposed, making for a horrifying sight.
"Fellow Daoist Yang was injured like this after reaching the