A Trap?

Years ago, he had met Black Crow Elder, the sect master of the Mystic Crow Sect. Black Crow Elder had even given him a gift to congratulate him on advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm.

"You killed Mystic Crow Sect cultivators?"

Han Changming pressed. If He Yang and his wife had not killed any Mystic Crow Sect cultivators, there might still be room to turn things around.

"No. We were badly outnumbered; it was already fortunate that we managed to fight our way out of the encirclement. We only wounded Black Crane True Person. He is Black Crow Elder's third disciple."

He Yang was deeply uneasy. If Han Changming was unwilling to help them, they would never get past this ordeal.

Over the years, they had made quite a few friends. But upon hearing that they had provoked the Mystic Crow Sect, those friends had all shut their doors and refused to see them. Black Crow Elder was a Nascent Soul Cultivator. To resolve this crisis, they had to ask a Nascent Soul Cultivator to intervene—and one more powerful than Black Crow Elder at that.

Han Changming was a fourth-rank alchemist of considerable skill. His name had spread throughout Green Toad City, and all the high-level cultivators there knew of him. If Han Changming was willing to help, they might be able to weather this crisis.

At the end of the day, they were merely Golden Core cultivators. Given Han Changming's status and position, he might not be willing to help them.

If Han Changming refused, they would likely have to spend the rest of their lives in Green Toad City, living each day in constant fear.

"Tell me the details of your treasure hunt, especially everything you did after encountering the Mystic Crow Sect cultivators. Do not conceal anything.