Yu Shangrong appeared calm. He had expected that someone would stand in his way. The black cloud of smoke was clearly meant to stop him.
Just as well.
Yu Shangrong brought Bi An to a slow descent.
Three people walked out of the forest.
One of them was lavishly dressed with a sparse mustache. He stood in the lead as he said, "My friend, I'd like to buy something off you."
"What is it?"
"The lotus-severing survival pills." At this moment, the lavishly-dressed man waved his hand.
The other two brought out their riches and packed them before they handed the bundle of riches to him.
Cultivators were never attracted by materialistic items.
"Are you certain that you want to buy them?" Yu Shangrong smiled faintly.
