Confiscating Estates

"Someone's coming." With a flick of his wrist, the gaunt young man slid a pair of short daggers into his palms.

"My fault." Feng Wuji furrowed his brow and lowered his voice. "I thought choosing such a remote place would keep us out of sight. Who would've thought there'd still be people in this godforsaken wilderness?"

"Quite a few of them." A hint of gravity showed on Shi Yan's honest face. "Judging by those footsteps, there are at least thirty or forty."

Figures emerged one after another from the dancing shadows of the trees.

Their clothes were tattered, and greed filled their eyes.

"Surround them!" someone rasped.

Rustle—

Dozens of refugees slowly closed in, forming a half-encirclement.

What they clutched in their hands could hardly be called proper weapons.

But their eyes were exactly like those of starving wild wolves.

Several of the men, in particular, stared fixedly at the alluring Su Mei, their gazes crawling over her from head to toe as their throats bobbed wildly.

Su Mei's skin crawled under their stares, and she instinctively shrank behind Feng Wuji.

It was no wonder.

All five of them were geniuses from the one hundred and eight minor worlds. They usually wore fine clothes, ate rich food, and were nourished by spiritual energy. Their skin was fair, and their attire immaculate.

Among these sallow-faced, filthy refugees, they were like white jade fallen into a mud pit.

Even more absurdly—

Several refugees with green glints in their eyes had locked onto Lu Zhen. Their gazes burned as though they wanted to swallow him whole, skin and bones alike.

A chill ran down Lu Zhen's back, and revulsion welled up in his heart.

What kind of hellhole was this? Ancient Shu?

"Gulp." A scar-faced man at the head of the crowd swallowed