As the cultivators talked, their gazes would occasionally sweep over the Meishan sword cultivator.
Bound by the disparity in cultivation, they naturally did not dare reveal their thoughts. But honestly, this Spiritual Connection cultivator's utterly different behavior when facing different opponents was truly rather embarrassing for Meishan.
Then again, upon further thought, before Sword Immortal Ling Shuang emerged from the mountain, Meishan's sword cultivators had always been like this.
It was Ling Shuang alone who had raised Meishan's reputation, which had nearly bottomed out over the years, by a few notches. That was why they felt this way now.
"M-Master Uncle..."
A Meishan disciple at Essence Condensation Perfection cautiously approached and called softly to this elder, who was still lost in thought.
Hearing him, the Spiritual Connection sword cultivator finally snapped out of his unsettled terror and hastily forced out a smile uglier than crying. "Ah, yes, I'm fine. Don't worry."
Though he said so, the panic in his eyes could not have been faked.
This Meishan disciple had originally wanted to ask his Master Uncle whether they should remain here or go elsewhere to explore after this.
But after meeting his gaze, he sighed inwardly. Clearly, this elder had been frightened out of his wits by that Snow Clan cultivator and could no longer calmly consider such matters.
After a brief silence, he said, "Master Uncle, there are no more opportunities here, and we are all quite afraid of that Snow Clan cultivator. How about we leave this place and search elsewhere?"
The Spiritual Connection sword cultivator was first taken aback, then gratitude appeared in his eyes. Seizing the step his nephew had offered him, he quickly agreed and led the Meishan cultivators away without looking back.
After the Meishan cultivators departed, Yang Xuanzhou and the other five reentered