"Borrow Spirit Stones?"
Jia Ren turned his head. Two Ninth Level of Qi Refinement cultivators, one tall and thin, the other short and plump, were following him with ill intent.
Without some strength, how could they dare rob a Loose Cultivator of the same level? Thinking of targeting me? They've picked the wrong person.
"No, scram!"
If it had been earlier, Jia Ren might have been interested in playing along. Now, however, he just wanted to hurry back to the Water Mansion.
"Heh heh, fellow daoist, you are being rather unsociable."
"You dare to insult us brothers! We want to see what you're really capable of."
The two men exchanged glances and each took out a Black Fork Magic Artifact and a Curved Knife Magic Artifact, flanking him. They didn't speak definitively, to avoid cornering someone who might be too strong for them, thus leaving themselves room for retreat.
If he's weak... then we'll just kill him. Weakness is the original sin.
