They rushed toward the city gates, and by the time they arrived, the bandit leaders had already split their forces. Cale made a quick assessment—Given that he was indeed the weak one here, he let Rexa go to the master stage cultivator's side and he himself went towards the mage with sword.
'Sigh, what days are these? Mages using swords instead of staffs? Well, these are just dumb bandits anyway. What could I even expect?'
He reached the designated battleground and saw them for the first time.
They were... normal. No overwhelming presence, no aura or something that would even make him slightly aware. Just regular thugs with slightly above-average cultivation.
He shook his head. "Well, here goes nothing."
The leader scoffed at his arrival. "Oi, who are you?"
"Cliche," Cale muttered, then mentally shut off his hearing.
