After many years, old friends reunited.
One was a Demon Cultivator from the Blood Demon Sect, Ninth Level of Qi Refinement, exuding a potent Blood Demon aura. The other, a Foundation Establishment Loose Cultivator, was present as an Insect External Incarnation.
"Brother Yang, what on earth happened?"
"How did you end up in such a state?"
Jia Ren remembered the other as a person with a sense of justice, who never thought of killing and looting even when in dire straits. He had also been deeply caring and protective towards Jia Ren. Little did he expect that after a few years of not seeing each other, his friend would fall into such a plight.
Yang Shengwu opened his mouth and tried to speak several times, but he didn't know where to begin, his face bitter.
"I left the Market with the Iron Horse Caravan. Halfway through, we encountered cultivators from the Five Elements Sect. They suspected the caravan of colluding with the Demon Sect, secretly supplying materials to them."
