The boy's gaze locked firmly onto someone.
He pointed a chubby hand, still carrying a little baby fat, at someone not far away and shouted, "It's him!"
Disappointed sighs rose one after another, but people still remembered to look at the lucky person chosen by the Red Maple Immortal Lord.
He was an exceptionally handsome male cultivator, and his robes made it obvious that he belonged to a sect.
A taiji totem adorned the back of his outer robe, while clouds were embroidered along its hem and sleeves. Only personal disciples of the Heavenly Secret Sect could wear such attire.
As chance would have it, Su Jiu knew him too: Lan Fang Ziyi.
Noticing the surrounding gazes, some appraising, some envious, and some malicious, Lan Fang Ziyi frowned in speechless frustration.
By now, those sixteen people had surrounded him completely.
Their leader said in a flat, calm voice, "This way, fellow Daoist."
To Lan Fang Ziyi, this was no invitation. It felt more like coercion, because the mere presence of those sixteen people around him put him under tremendous pressure.
He could sense that if he refused, something very unpleasant would await him.
Lan Fang Ziyi's cultivation was hardly low now. In a one-on-one fight, he would not necessarily lose to any of them, but if all sixteen attacked together, he certainly could not defeat them.
Lan Fang Ziyi ground his back teeth. Why hadn't he foreseen this calamity before coming out today...
Unfortunately, he had set out in a hurry, and the journey was dangerous. He had not even brought anyone to help him.
Qi Song cast a worried glance in that direction and sent Su Jiu a voice transmission. "Should we help?"
Su Jiu shook her head. "We can't clash with them head-on yet."
Qi Song understood what