At the Starlight Hotel, in a presidential suite, Xia Ping sat cross-legged on the floor with his eyes closed and his breathing even. He was cultivating the Pure Yang Indestructible Art, practicing diligently.
"Hmm? They're here already?"
Suddenly, Xia Ping opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them. He sensed his surroundings with his mental power and immediately detected three or four furtive figures outside the presidential suite.
They moved with nimble steps and were all experts at the ninth level of the Martial Artist Realm. A faint, lingering scent of blood clung to them. Clearly, they were ruthless killers who had taken countless lives.
"Looks like my plan to stir up the hornets' nest worked."
Xia Ping smiled slightly. Before coming to West Desolate City, he had learned from various sources that the Wind-Chasing Thieves had managed to operate in the area for so long because they had informants and were colluding with certain factions in West Desolate City.
That was how they had survived for so long, evading several rounds of raids without being wiped out.
After all, they were still human. Humans needed food and supplies, and they needed to trade. Without a way to trade for food, they would have starved to death long ago, leaving nothing but dried corpses.
Hunting in the wilderness was practically impossible, too. The Western Desolation was barren for thousands of miles, surrounded by endless deserts. There was no food to be found—unless they planned to eat sand.
So Xia Ping had concluded that the Wind-Chasing Thieves were definitely colluding with some faction in West Desolate City. He didn't know which one, but he didn't need to.
He had deliberately flaunted his wealth and overwhelming strength in front of the Lawless Gang. That would make its members feel threatened and