"That makes sense." Hearing him explain the black-clad man's background, the other black-clad men could not help nodding.
Exchanging another glance with the black-clad man beside him, one said, "Our loyalty to the Master can be witnessed by the sun and moon. We never left the cultivation cave last night!"
"Hmph! Who knows whether you two are lying together? Besides, with your Paper Effigy Technique, making a lifelike paper effigy would not be difficult!"
"What did you say?!"
"Hmph, ashamed into anger now, are you?"
"Wah-yah-yah! You infuriate me! If you have the guts, fight me!"
"...Who's afraid of whom? Come on!"
"Uh..."
Seeing the smell of gunpowder suddenly flare up.
The black-robed man who had spoken first wore a grim expression. With an angry rebuke, his aura surged, bringing a crushing pressure down upon them and instantly suppressing their tempers. "Enough! Haven't you embarrassed yourselves enough?!"
"It definitely was not anyone from our side. It was likely someone from somewhere else who had a grudge against the Zhou Clan."
"So, we still need to send someone out this time."
"..."
Lu Qing stood in the outskirts, originally intending to toss out his flying vessel.
Yet a black-clad man happened to emerge from the wild mountains next door.
Such faint formation fluctuations slowly surfaced.
Their gazes met at once.
Black robes, face concealed, aura at the Third Stage of the Purple Mansion Realm.
He did not look like a proper cultivator.
Manageable.
But what if the other party was cultivating in seclusion here? Since he had not provoked Lu Qing, Lu Qing now faced a choice.
Kill him, or not?
He slowly fixed his eyes on the black-clad man.
The black-clad man's blood ran cold. Seeing the young cultivator opposite him appraise and assess him with those eyes, he felt