In truth, Hu Jing had only guessed half of it right. Even if the bundle were opened, Xia Jue had nothing to fear.
How could a man like him not have a foolproof plan?
These people fought for seven or eight days straight.
After seven or eight days, the survivors finally stopped. Presumably, they were exhausted from fighting.
As though they had reached some sort of agreement, they sat down one after another in a circle around the bundle.
When Xia Jue arrived with Su Jiu and the others, he could not help raising his eyebrows. The scene was even grimmer than he had imagined.
Aside from the survivors in the middle, corpses littered the ground all around them.
Seemingly sensing their approach, the people in the middle immediately grew wary.
Some even turned ashen when they recognized Xia Jue.
They had used up nearly all their pills and magic treasures and simply had no strength left to fight Xia Jue.
The leader of the group frowned slightly, looking troubled, but he also knew someone had to step forward to negotiate at a time like this.
The leader was an older man who looked to be past sixty. His Cultivation Level was profound, and he seemed even more formidable than Xia Jue, but only he knew that he was now a hollow shell beneath a strong exterior and could not hold out much longer.
Everyone watched as the old man cupped his hands in a slight bow. "Jade-Scepter Young Master."
Xia Jue returned the salute. "Daoist Luo."
Few knew the old man's actual name. They knew only that he was called Daoist Luo and was a rogue cultivator at the nascent soul late stage.
Though his strength was considerable, his temperament was rather peculiar. It was said that this had