Luo Yewang circled through the sky, round after round, constantly tracing concentric circles around the small figure below.
Only this way could he spot any possible attackers at the earliest moment.
The other cultivator, a woman in a blue dress, was much more composed than he was. She simply hovered in the air, the mountain wind biting around her, as ethereal as an immortal.
Even he found it somewhat incredible that things had come to this. He had originally come only to complete a mission, but during that mission, as the Winged People fell one after another to protect the Earth Spirit Pearl, as the Ruthless Dao cultivators' wanton slaughter provoked everyone's anger, as human greed laid itself stark naked before his eyes, and as a female cultivator from the Chu Sect struck out in fury to protect the last of the Winged People, he, already tormented inside, could no longer bear it.
And so things had become what they were now: two cultivators, one from Shanmen and the other from the Chu Sect, had defied their sects' wishes. Here, for the sake of the Great Dao in their hearts, they had turned from treasure hunters into protectors.
Over the past dozen or so days, they had driven off several attackers, including powerful figures from the Ruthless Dao and several monks from the Northeastern Region.
But he knew this was only the beginning. Before the Little Winged People returned to their tribe, these attempts to intercept them would continue, and those who came would only grow stronger.
Not only would experts from the Ruthless Dao and the Buddhist Sect follow their trail here, but powerful cultivators from their own sects would come as well. He did not know whom the Chu Sect would send, but he knew very well whom