Chen Fan was slightly startled. He had actually failed to notice that someone had been following him—an unexpected surprise indeed.
Without giving anything away, he sized up the five people surrounding him. They were three men and two women, all young cultivators at the early Spirit Refining Stage. Their attire was exceedingly luxurious, making it clear that their backgrounds were far from ordinary.
The one wearing a token at his waist was a handsome man. His lips were thin as willow leaves, a trace of viciousness lurked in his eyes, and his figure was exceptionally lean. He did not quite seem human.
After landing, the five encircled Chen Fan without leaving him the slightest gap to escape, staring at him coldly.
"Old man, do you know we've followed you through several streets? You deliberately gave off the scent of spiritual herbs. You must be plotting something, right?" one man sneered, a trace of mockery flashing across his face.
"People usually do this to lure others toward their companions. Too bad you never expected us to turn your own scheme against you and leave you behind before you could meet up with them. Heh heh, hand over your Storage Ring, and we might consider sparing your life."
Chen Fan shook his head slightly and slowly rose from the ground. "I have no companions," he said flatly.
The group paused in slight surprise, but did not dwell on it. In their eyes, Chen Fan was merely a minor cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm. Any one of them could kill him with ease.
A young and beautiful female cultivator frowned lightly, looking at Chen Fan with disgust. "Old thing, stop wasting words. Hand over your Storage Ring. We don't have time to waste on you. If we weren't afraid that killing you