That meant a cultivator at the Middle Golden Core stage.
"Please be careful, Elder."
"I'll be fine. I knew staying longer would only invite trouble." The growth of a heaven-favored prodigy was seldom smooth sailing. In a way, Elder Sui rather sympathized with his young grand-uncle-master. Extraordinary as Wen Xu's talent was, his path of cultivation would inevitably bring dangers and ordeals beyond anything ordinary people could imagine.
Elder Sui had barely finished speaking when his expression changed. "This is bad. There's more than one Golden Core cultivator!"
Wen Xu's eyes snapped open. A figure appeared indistinctly through the curtain of rain. The person was not tall, and dressed entirely in black, blending into the downpour so well that he was hard to spot without a careful look.
Even Elder Sui had only just noticed him. That could only mean the man's cultivation exceeded his.
As expected, no one had come with good intentions.
"They..."
Every disciple in the estate came out with sword in hand. They had the advantage in numbers, but in strength, they were unlikely to come out ahead.
Wen Xu had a feeling those two might not be here solely for the eyeless man. He touched his own eyes. The Cultivation Realm must be curious about why his eyes were connected to Destiny Patterns. Add the rumors about his master, some true and some false, and people with overactive imaginations might think he could see things no one else could.
That was a colossal misunderstanding. Not only could his eyes see nothing extraordinary, they could not even make out things ordinary people saw clearly.
Wen Xu was not fond of taking risks. He wanted to test his strength, but there was no point gambling with the lives of his friends and fellow disciples. So, from the