They sized each other up and confirmed one another's cultivation.
There were two Tier Seven Cultivators opposite them, sabers and swords hanging at their waists. They looked like Weapon Cultivators.
Before they drew near, the slimmer one called out, "Which faction are you two fellow cultivators from? We're from the Vast Sky Alliance!"
They were still too far apart for the Battlefield Marks on the backs of their hands to react. But once they were close enough, their respective factions would be obvious. Just as when Lu Ye and Hua Ci had first arrived here and encountered two Myriad Demon Ridge Cultivators, the marks on their hands had glimmered faintly.
This was one of the Rules of the Spirit Stream Garrison War, making it easier to confirm each other's allegiance.
Lu Ye looked at him expressionlessly and said nothing.
The thin cultivator added, "If it's convenient, fellow cultivators, why not show your Battlefield Marks? It'll prevent any accidental injuries."
Lu Ye silently circulated his Spiritual Power and flicked his hand. A plump firebird flapped its wings and swooped toward them. Its rotund, almost bloated form left Hua Ci staring blankly for a moment before she followed it up with an emerald-green spell like an arrow.
This was the first time she had seen Lu Ye use a spell—and in such a shape, at that. If the occasion had been appropriate, she might not have been able to stop herself from laughing.
Only then did she understand why Lu Ye had put away his saber earlier...
The two spells blasted toward the pair one after the other. It was not that Lu Ye had seen through their lies; rather, the newcomers themselves had harbored ill intent.
In the Nine Provinces, on the Spirit Stream Battlefield, when unfamiliar cultivators met, they would