Seeing that the clarity in the young man's eyes did not seem feigned,
Pi San began to feel a flicker of retreat in his heart.
He spat furiously, then hurled a threat at Ye Xiu and the other man before him.
"Brats, don't think escaping today means you can sleep with your heads on high pillows. As long as you're still eking out a living on the Blood Demon Plain, you'd better pray you don't run into us while you're alone in the wild."
"Brothers, let's go!"
As he spoke, he angrily led his men away, their blades in hand.
The cultivators watching from either side had no intention of inviting trouble upon themselves at such a time.
Though they sneered in disdain, they all made way.
"Are you two all right?"
Only after seeing the men driven away did the old cultivator slowly step forward and cup his hands toward Ye Xiu and the other.
Xu Qing put away his Spirit Gun and returned the gesture, while Ye Xiu merely waved carelessly.
"We also have you, sir, to thank for lending us a hand in time. Otherwise, my junior brother and I might have met with disaster here today."
"Honestly, we were fortunate today. That fellow's shove earlier should have sent me sprawling flat on my face."
"Hehe, perhaps even the winds and waves of this place are fated to cross paths with me?"
Ye Xiu wore a smile. Before those in front of him could speak, however, a cry of surprise suddenly rang out from behind them.
"What happened to Pi San? Why is he covered in blood?"
"That guy wanted to vent his anger on a passing cultivator, but just as he raised his blade, gusts of wind came from who knew where and caused the wound