1167: The Old Man

The Old Man

"Will they come looking here?" Ning Lang asked worriedly.2

"Maybe." She looked at them: "So I want you all to remain calm, in front of the absolute strongest, life and death is but only a moment's difference."

They were stunned when they realised the seriousness of the matter. They sat down together and discussed the countermeasures. 

"They went in the direction of that mountain peak, fortunately we didn't go that way." Luo Fei said, looking at Feng Jiu and saw that she had restrained her Nascent Soul breath inside her. If they hadn't already known that she had advanced to the Nascent Soul stage, they really wouldn't be able to tell that she was a Nascent Soul cultivator. 

"Rest up! We won't avoid them anymore. The situation will be very bad if we get discovered, so we will just use the countermeasure we discussed before." Feng Jiu signalled that it was getting dark and that they should lean against the tree to get some rest. 

They nodded and leaned against the tree to rest. However, after two hours, a strong breath struck them suddenly. It was a coercion that couldn't be ignored and they all awoke startled. 

In actual fact, they were already awake, after all, who could really sleep in a place like this? They were human, of course they could pretend. 

"Who is it?"

Feng Jiu asked, looking up into the air. There in mid-air was an old man, his gray robes fluttered in the wind and the powerful coercion permeated from his body. That coercion was the kind that Golden Core cultivators couldn't bear. 

As a result of that, behind her, Duan Ye's face was pale as the blood rumbled in his body. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth and beads of cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He felt like someone had held his throat and squeezed so hard that he was unable to breath. 

When Feng Jiu saw that, she forced out a trace of blood that oozed from the corner of her mouth and hurriedly bowed in greeting with one hand behind her back. 

"Greetings, senior."

Their expressions and actions were taken in by the old man in grey robes. As he stood in mid-air, he looked at the teenagers up and down and saw that there was nothing unusual about them and that they were Golden Core cultivators. However, the teenager in red robes in front surprised him a little. Even under his coercion he was able to bow.

Therefore, he gathered and restrained his coercion and asked in a deep voice: "Who are you? Why are you here?"

When the other party's coercion was withdrawn, it was like a huge stone was lifted off their chests. They breathed out in relief but were still unable to relax. 

Duan Ye and the rest fell to the ground once his coercion was withdrawn, their faces pale like they were shocked, their bodies trembled as they sat down. 

Only Feng Jiu replied respectfully after she eased her breath: "In answer to your questions senior, we have come to this place to practice our skills. Because the sky is dark, we have stopped to rest here."

"Did you hear anything unusual?" The old man asked again, his eyes fell on Feng Jiu. 

"Unusual? When we were asleep earlier, I heard the sound of a phoenix call out, but it disappeared after a while." Ning Lang replied as he wiped the trace of blood from his mouth. 

"Yes, that's right. Someone should have advanced earlier on. I think it came from that direction." Song Ming nodded and pointed in the direction they had come from. 

The old man's eyes narrowed and he said: "When you heard the sky thunder were you not curious? Did you not want to go over there to take a look?"

"Of course! We went to take a look!"

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