None of them were unfamiliar with the acute scent of danger, after all, they were all people of importance with position many envied and sought to take, or destroy if they could not have.
Such was the nature of things.
The Wrathful Fan drew itself together turning into a ruler, the barrier around the three becoming incomparably strong, a treasure on the level of the Dan Mirror.
"Seniors, please, do not be afraid!" A voice called out, followed by many cultivators flying swords coming over the horizon at breakneck speeds, "We are of the Yan State! We seek only to ask that the bounty be split fairly."
Ju Xiang's pupils turned to slits, as a man who had been neck deep in politics since birth, how could he not understand what was happening?
