"Well, look exactly what the heavens have delivered to us today," A loud, highly obnoxious laugh suddenly echoed from the thick trees lining the elevated ridges, ruining the quiet morning atmosphere.
And just like that, three cultivators stepped out from behind the large boulder just as they entered the narrow canyan.
While their boots crunched against the gravel, their greedy, lecherous eyes locking directly onto the two stunning women in the group.
The lead rogue cultivator sneered, drawing a jagged broadsword and putting it over his shoulder.
As he stepped forward, a Mid-Level, 5th Stage of Spirit Realm aura flared from his body.
It was a filthy, unrefined pressure.
To Gu Fan, it felt like a damp, oppressive breeze carrying the stench of rotting flesh and dried blood.
The air around the bandit slightly distorted with a sickly yellowish hue, a clear sign of cultivating unorthodox, low-tier Qi arts.
