The Baleful Gate's intelligence was accurate. One Nest of Bees had all gathered here.
Fang Qianyuan could even faintly smell blood. Of course, there was no actual scent; through his insight into the Heart of the Wild, he had gained a beast's instinct for detecting killing intent.
These people had murdered and plundered during the day, killing several unlucky rogue cultivators from who knew where. Now they had settled down to rest without knowing how to rein themselves in. Even someone who had not known their names beforehand would have had reason to be wary.
"Well, you know, a chance meeting means fate brought us together. Don't you agree, boss?" Flower-Head Bee said with a chuckle, narrowing his shifty eyes.
Tigerhead Bee smiled and put on a hearty air. "Young brother, if you don't mind, sit down and have a bowl of wine with us to warm yourself up."
"Then I'd be rude to refuse," Fang Qianyuan said.
As he spoke, he walked over with Little White.
Flower-Head Bee glared at Thorn-Head Bee, whose face remained stiff. He stopped rubbing his shoulder and rose with an eager air to pour some wine, offering it up himself as he asked with a smile, "You have quite a distinguished bearing, young master-a dragon or phoenix among men. Where might you hold a position, and what brings you to the Ancient Battlefield?"
Fang Qianyuan accepted the wine and drank it. It had been warmed just right, crisp yet fiery, like ice and fire pouring down his throat together. Soon, warmth spread through every limb and bone.
At the sight, inscrutable smiles appeared on their faces, only for Fang Qianyuan to voice his praise. "Good wine! Set it aside for now. Don't break it-it would be a shame."
"Young brother, what do you mean