"Fellow Daoist! Senior! Please, spare our lives..."
"Have mercy! We were forced into this..."
In the forest, Chu Mu stood with his blade in hand. Before him, two black-robed Demon Cultivators knelt on the ground, completely lacking the dignity expected of Foundation Establishment Cultivators. They were a blubbering mess, kowtowing and begging for their lives.
"Shut up."
Chu Mu snapped.
The noise stopped abruptly. The two of them opened their mouths but didn't dare to make another sound.
"I ask, you answer."
"Understood?"
Chu Mu asked.
"Yes, yes, we understand."
The two men hurriedly replied.
"You two didn't reach Foundation Establishment through normal means, did you?"
Chu Mu asked. He was genuinely curious about this.
He wasn't afraid of being surrounded and attacked by several Foundation Establishment Cultivators, but it should not have been an easy fight.
