"Who are you?"
The scar-faced cultivator eyed the newcomer warily. He reached this place without a sound. That concealment alone is astonishing, yet he didn't seize the chance to ambush us. Is he counting on his superior cultivation?
The young cultivator could hold back no longer. He flicked his hand, sending silver needles shooting out in a volley!
But the needles fell to the ground in the blink of an eye. The young man grunted and stumbled back several steps, horror on his face.
"The Dao Foundation Realm!"
The man who had appeared before them was Chen Cuo.
He had sensed someone approaching while inside the cabin, so he had come out to investigate. After making a few preparations, he had shown himself.
Chen Cuo looked at the two men without answering. He formed a Hand Seal, and waves of intent spread out, resonating with them both.
The scar-faced cultivator's expression darkened. "You're that cultivator? You're actually a fellow disciple of the Sacred Sect?"
As he spoke, he signaled behind his back to the young man. Understanding, the young man retreated two steps and silently formed a Hand Seal inside his sleeve.
Only then did the scar-faced cultivator say, "Fellow Daoist, we didn't come here for you, but rather..."
Chen Cuo looked ready to listen.
Halfway through his sentence, the scar-faced cultivator's face twisted into a savage grin. "...to kill Zu Zhengzhao, then capture you! We can refine your Creation to perfect our poison art!"
As the words fell, every blade of grass beneath him withered. An invisible Mist Aura spread, carrying a faint, rank stench on the wind.
"What a vicious heart. You haven't spared a thought for the bond between fellow disciples." Unhurried, Chen Cuo traced a circle with his hand. Yin-Yang Force flowed, drawing the poisonous mist