Yuan Zheng raised an eyebrow, "His cultivation is not high; he follows a heterodox sect."
Lu Zheng replied, "His blood Qi isn't strong; either his cultivation technique is poor, or his aptitude is low."
…
In the Liu family courtyard, an old woman saw that the opposite party was a martial artist, but her expression did not change in the slightest. She only smiled coldly, her cane tapped the ground, and the shadows beneath the eight people in front began to twist.
Tonight, the moon was bright, and the stars were sparse. The eight people stood still in their positions, so when each of their shadows started to warp, they immediately noticed.
"Not good!"
"Be careful!"
"Retreat!"
Fear surged in their hearts, urging them to step back and leave.
However, despite their intentions, their feet seemed rooted to the spot, refusing to move.
