Outside the Stillbone Forest.
The young man narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the towering blood qi churn ahead, opposed by a strange spiritual power that looked somewhat dark and murky.
Had Winter Melon been driven into a corner? Why had she drawn on her origin?
Hadn't he sent Winter Melon a message two days ago, telling her to be careful? Had the message failed to get through?
The situation was somewhat strange, but the young man did not rush to help.
No matter what, Winter Melon was an early Spirit Transformation stage cultivator, with an absolute advantage in cultivation realm.
Besides, even if she really could not win, it was no great problem. Winter Melon was no fool. If she could not win, couldn't she run?
The one truly in danger now was him, despite his apparent safety.
After all, no one knew whether the Evil Spirit Cult's envoy had spoken the truth. They might well be lying in wait somewhere right now, watching for his reaction.
If he mindlessly rushed in to help, there would probably be one more evil cultivator to exterminate: him.
Besides, if they really had to kill this newly emerged evil cultivator, then so be it. He was not actually one of their own.
He could still distinguish what mattered more.
The young man raised his head slightly toward the sun and roughly calculated the time. The Evil Spirit Cult's envoy was already a little late.
But rather than believe they were late, he was more inclined to believe they were observing him from afar.
"Oh, quite the commotion. A fight is a fight, but why weed out all the grass too?"
A voice suddenly sounded behind the young man, making his steady gaze tremble slightly. He hurriedly turned around and looked at the leisurely