Lu Zhou was still hovering in the air, overlooking the direction where the four cultivators had left.
Mingshi Yin said, "Master, we don't have to consider morality with them since they snatched it from someone else as well. Those are mystic microstones!"
At this time, Lu Zhou stopped stroking his beard and said, "It's about time."
Then, he used the power of smell. With his hands on his back, he rushed out and chased after the scent in the air.
The other seven people were dumbfounded, unable to figure out Lu Zhou's meaning. All they could do was follow behind him.
Not long after passing through a forest, Lu Zhou came to a stop. He pointed at an ancient tree and said, "I've already said you won't be able to go far…"
The four cultivators walked out of the area hidden by the ancient tree with surprised expressions on their faces.
"Old Sir, do you plan to commit daylight robbery?" a masked cultivator asked.
