Cain could sense that the man had at least a half dozen companions further back into the trees, so he signaled the others to get ready for a fight.
"Fellow Daoists, I am afraid that their studies have not progressed far enough for them to start all over learning new techniques.
The man didn't seem nearly as interested in the actual cultivators as the flying swords though, and Cain started to wonder if he had simply moved from the world with no information network, to the nation of broke old guys. The first sign of anything valuable and the people of this world were all over it.
Or maybe they were part dragons and only the innate need to hoard things remained?
"You brought them out into the mountains of trials before their basic training was finished? Surely there must be some compelling reason for such a rash move?" The man asked, suddenly confused.
