Zhang Xian smiled, casting his gaze in a certain direction.
Approximately two minutes later, three figures appeared from the forest ahead, each enveloped in a black robe that concealed their features and body forms.
"Damn, did those three really show up?" The youngster and Lai Zi were taken aback.
They hadn't thought much of it before. Now, seeing the targets they had tracked earlier, they couldn't help but admire Zhang Xian's skills. How did he spot them from such a distance?
"Brother..."
The Evil Cultivator approached Zhang Xian, bowing slightly in greeting, "Could we have a talk?"
Zhang Xian asked, "What do you want to discuss?"
"You're here because you've been following me, right?" The Evil Cultivator rasped, "To be frank, there's an ancient tomb here that I found first. You asked why I was taking the undead to your Lingxiao Manor. It's actually because I've had a conflict with some folks on the mountain. I was injured and wanted to recover at your place."
