The flying swords swiftly skimmed over the skies of Mingjing Domain; before exiting, Elder Wu and Wu Ding both sensed something.
Ye Fan sensed around; within at least a hundred miles radius, there were no flying swords trailing them.
"Something doesn't seem right. Did you notice anything, Junior Sister?" Elder Wu asked.
Wu Ding nodded: "Let's see what's really going on."
The two flying swords turned towards a mountain village on the edge of a human city; before entering, they smelled a heavy scent of blood—there was likely a massacre here.
At this moment, Ye Fan also sensed several cultivators with low cultivation levels, seemingly engaged in disgraceful acts.
"... It's my turn." In a civilian alley, several cultivators who hadn't even reached the Foundation Establishment Stage emerged disheveled from a house, with cries of women echoing behind them.
