Su Eighteen and Qi Thirteen were both young and valiant.
Lu Ten was a big man with a square face.
Song Nine was thin and had a graceful aura.
Li Three was a female cultivator with a long sword on her back. She looked ordinary and wore linen clothes, like a common swordsman.
However, Han Muye knew that a direct disciple of the Sword Sect could not be a common swordsman.
Those who could rank third among the direct disciples were definitely not ordinary swordsmen.
"Han Nineteen, is your cultivation over?" The square-faced Lu Ten grinned and said, "I just hunted a mountain beaver at the bottom of the valley. Let's drink together."
"Even the elders praised Song Nine's skills."
Whether it was Lu Ten, Song Nine, or the others, they all looked like ordinary villagers in this spiritual land.
Han Muye was also curious.
