"Huh?" The three cultivators nearly jumped in fright. Someone had come right up beside them without their noticing-and when they looked, it was the very person they had been discussing. Their expressions changed drastically. A sweep of divine sense revealed cultivation so deep they could not fathom it, and a chill flooded their hearts, leaving them trembling with unease.
"Get lost!" The masked female cultivator seemed to be in a foul mood, and her command was ice-cold.
"Yes, Senior!" The three were only True Cultivation Stage cultivators. Hearing that, they felt as though they had been granted a royal pardon. They hastily saluted with clasped hands, mounted their Dharma Artifacts, and shot away.
"..." The masked female cultivator watched them scatter like startled birds and beasts. Then her figure flickered and vanished into thin air, reappearing over a hundred feet away before streaking off into the distance.
"Hrr... hrr..." Heavy snores drifted from the rooftop.
Dong Santong had been basking in the sun on the roof and had unknowingly fallen fast asleep. Those rumbling snores came from his wide-open mouth.
"Whoosh!" Suddenly, golden light flashed, and a figure appeared beside him. At the sight before him, the newcomer immediately lashed out with a kick.
"Whoosh!" Still snoring a moment earlier, Dong Santong abruptly shifted aside, dodging the kick. He floated up and cried hastily, "Oh! Martial Uncle, you're back!"
Indeed, the newcomer was Zhang Cai, who had flown away well over an hour earlier. His face was now full of displeasure, and he was about to kick again.
"Hey, Martial Uncle, spare me that mighty foot of yours!" Dong Santong hurriedly wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth and hugged Zhang Cai's thigh.
"Hmph! Look at you, sleeping like the dead! If it had been another cultivator, wouldn't