Lu Mian had no intention of attacking those three either.
It was not because their congenital disabilities had stirred his pity or awakened his compassion.
He had simply sensed more and more qi signatures appearing nearby.
By now, the experts of the Wilds Great Plain had all arrived.
Making a rash move would only draw attention, which went against his usual low-profile approach.
Besides, these wandering cultivators really had nothing worth taking...
Lu Mian continued toward the place where he had seen the black mist earlier.
Along the way, he encountered another five or six wandering cultivators, all in the third realm.
They were equally wary when they saw Lu Mian, their guards firmly up.
Both Lu Mian and these wandering cultivators had come for the origin seed that was about to emerge, and none wanted a conflict at this critical moment.
So whenever they noticed one another, they simply moved away.
An incense stick's worth of time later, Lu Mian finally entered the area shrouded in black mist.
The number of abandoned, dilapidated stone houses increased dramatically here, packed densely together.
"This should be the central area of that Ancient Tribe."
Lu Mian's gaze grew a little more serious.
Just then, the qi fluctuations emanating from the origin seed appeared again!
Lu Mian was about to pinpoint their source when a mass of thick black mist appeared.
This time, he saw it not through Ghost Eye, but with his own eyes!
The dense black mist appeared abruptly, then rapidly spread throughout the tribal ruins.
"Hmm..."
"Interesting."
"It looks like there's more to this than an origin seed emerging."
Lu Mian grew thoughtful.
At that moment, he began to hear faint, strange noises.
They sounded as though some beast was scraping its claws against a stone pillar.
And now those