Wang Hu looked at him, and Zhang Yuan subconsciously looked away to avoid his gaze—it was just simply too stressful.
The feeling of hierarchy… to face someone whose life was a higher standard than their own felt like an infant facing their mortal enemy or even a mortal facing deities. One couldn't help but feel in awe.
Even if Zhang Yuan was already one of the strongest cultivators in China right now and was trained for many years, it was something he couldn't stop.
"Lead the way."
Wang Hu spoke with coldness and indifference.
Zhang Yuan nodded and pointed in a direction. Gold light flashed, and their figures were gone.
About 600 kilometers away, in a remote place, three figures in camouflage outfits—which blended into the forest—were hiding within a huge, hollowed tree several meters long in diameter.
