'Hm? Just three Core Formation cultivators...'
In a cave beneath Corruption Lake, Lü Zhong found three Mystic Robe Daoists. The Ba Patterns on their mystic robes, combined with information gathered by his incarnation in the East Sea, made it obvious these cultivators were sent by the Mysterious Dao Sect.
After confirming no one else was around, Lü Zhong revealed himself.
Dealing with three mere Core Formation cultivators would be as easy as crushing ants.
"From the Western Border Alliance?"
The three people inside the cave all frowned.
According to their agreement, the trade wasn't supposed to happen for another two days, at night.
Moreover, the man before them wasn't wearing the Western Border Alliance's attire. Instead, he faintly radiated a shocking aura. Though he only ambled toward them, alarm bells screamed in their minds.
The leader, a Fat Daoist, had a glint in his eye. He chuckled dryly. "You've had a long journey, friend. Why don't you come in and rest?"
