Murder?
Kill who?
The young men looked confused.
The old man shook his head, his face grim, and led them quickly away.
After cultivating for a long time, one knew how to live long.
As they walked past the hill, the old man heaved a sigh of relief.
60 years ago, he had seen people with falling flower marks on their clothes slaughter a sect.
These people were ruthless and did not leave anyone alive.
The old man was seriously injured at that time and did not have any spiritual energy fluctuations on his body, so he escaped.
He also obtained some opportunities then.
"Third Grandpa, are they here to kill the two people you said are at least at the Earth Realm?" Behind the old man, a young man in a green and gray martial arts suit asked in a low voice.
