The woman beside the young man still wore that satisfied, condescending smile as she looked Ashira up and down—like she was appraising livestock she already believed belonged to her.
The earlier attack that forced Ashira back had been released by this very woman.
A Sixth-turn Mahayana.
And Alix standing next to her? His aura was even more oppressive—an eighth-turn Mahayana, a realm powerful enough to suppress an entire city.
As for the young man Houda, despite his smug grin, he was nothing more than a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator. A shrimp among whales—Ashira could crush him with a sneeze.
Yet the group stared at Ashira like she was a treasure already sealed into their pockets.
"Ancient species are extremely rare," Shia said with a calmness that revealed absolute confidence.
