Jiangyue City, in a somewhat secluded courtyard.
Under the moonlight, Yuankong pushed open the slightly dilapidated door.
"Back already?" A somewhat cold female voice came from the house inside the courtyard. "You're back rather early from performing today. Hungry?"
Chu Xingchen glanced calmly at Yuankong. The woman inside showed no fluctuations of spiritual power. For now, she could only be described as an ordinary person with some martial skill.
Yuankong shrugged, then said with a light laugh:
"Yes, we have guests. Qing, come say hello."
"Guests? You actually know people?" A tall figure emerged from the house. "Monks from which temple?"
As her words fell, the young woman in the courtyard came to stand in the doorway.
She wore coarse cloth clothes, and her eyes held a hint of sharpness. Her looks could not be called stunning, but they were certainly the sort one never tired of looking at.
Perhaps a change of clothes and a little powder on her face would make her considerably prettier.
The woman stood in the doorway. Her originally fairly mild expression turned somewhat wary when she saw Chu Xingchen and Yunxiao.
The reason was simply that these two were dressed far too richly, and even though the brilliance and spirit in their eyes were restrained, they were still too dazzling.
She had already entered the grandmaster realm, yet she possessed nothing like this level of strength.
These two were very likely cultivators, and extremely high-level ones at that. They might even be in the golden core realm.
Yuankong, that wretched monk, claimed to be in the great grandmaster realm, but he might actually be in the legendary martial cultivator realm, capable of fighting foundation establishment cultivators. That was why his appearance had changed so little in over twenty years.
But cultivators... ultimately stood unquestionably