"Uncle Cao, are you confident you can kill that seventh-level Foundation Establishment great demon?"
"Young Villa Master, rest assured. I've killed several seventh-level Foundation Establishment great demons before."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Uncle Cao. Once we return to the villa, I'll make sure to ask Father to reward you!"
A group had set foot in the northeastern part of the Falling Mist Mountain Range. At their head was a young man who looked to be in his twenties or thirties.
Beside him stood an old man whose aura was unfathomable. His sharp gaze swept around like a hawk's.
Behind them were two other Foundation Establishment True Persons and six cultivators in the late Xiantian stage.
With a lineup this luxurious, they could sweep aside more than ninety percent of the forces outside Prefecture City.
"As long as we can claim the heavenly treasure beneath the Cold Pool, Father's cultivation will surely advance another step!"
Wu Huairen's eyes gleamed. He had gone out of his way to summon several powerful figures from the villa for this trip. They were determined to succeed.
Tiger-Subduing Villa had interests in many fields, including hunting, and employed a great many hunters.
Recently, the death rate among hunters who ventured into the Falling Mist Mountain Range had suddenly soared, with most of the deaths concentrated in the northeastern region.
News had spread of a Foundation Establishment great demon. Two hunters who had narrowly survived had also given Wu Huairen some information.
They had passed by the Cold Pool and spotted ripples shimmering across its still surface, accompanied by a rich fragrance. Beneath the water, they had faintly glimpsed the image of a small, illusory tree.
At first, they had thought it was an illusion. How could there be a tree underwater?
But when they