Ye Han frowned when he heard the woman's voice. Why had Martial Uncle Ningyu come?
And White Snow let out a scream. She must have been foolish enough to provoke Martial Uncle Ningyu!
Damn it, I only just got back. How did Martial Uncle Ningyu find out already?
Puzzled, Ye Han swept out his divine sense and put away the Storage Bags and treasures he had sorted. With a wave of his hand, a whirlwind spun forth, clearing away the lingering traces of the treasures' auras in his cave abode.
The divine sense of these Golden Core Stage great cultivators was far too powerful, a hundred times keener than a dog's nose. From even a trace of aura, she could tell that he had acquired plenty of treasures. He did not want Martial Uncle Ningyu to discover them...
Once he finished tidying up, Ye Han opened his cave abode with a thought. The incomparably beautiful Martial Uncle Ningyu stood at the entrance, while White Snow was completely enveloped in blue, glowing runes, unable to move.
Ye Han immediately bowed to Ningyu. "Greetings, Martial Uncle Ningyu. I was wondering why the magpies kept chirping today. It turns out they were heralding your esteemed arrival!"
Martial Uncle Ningyu looked Ye Han up and down, a hint of surprise crossing her face. "Enough! Spare me your nonsense," she said coolly.
She paused, then walked into Ye Han's cave abode and continued, "I heard you've entered the Foundation Establishment Realm! Your foundation certainly looks solid, but what happened to you? Were these injuries inflicted by the Black Mountain Cult?"
With Martial Uncle Ningyu's cultivation, a casual glance was enough to discern Ye Han's current condition.
Ye Han was deeply annoyed. Being around these high-level cultivators was what he hated most. He could not hide