Ryker stared at the bandit leader warily, ready to make a move at any moment. He was sure the guy hadn't noticed him until his strike was just about to land, but he had managed to dodge, anyways, and the movement was so swift he couldn't even register it. Although he was just testing the waters with that strike, he had a feeling that these bandits wouldn't be intimidated into retreating, this time...
"Don't feel like talking? I assumed you showed yourself to say something, but perhaps it was simply to surrender?" the young man that Ryker presumed to be their leader said. Though, he was probably much older than he looked; when speaking with Meiling about some of the characteristics of the different cultivation realms, she had said that past the Golden Core realm, one's lifespan was greatly increased, and cultivators began aging much slower.
