Outside Yong'an City, amidst the muddy rural fields.
A middle-aged man with broad shoulders stood with his arms dangling by his side, mist curling around his arms and his fingertips trembling slightly, clearly the result of exerting force too abruptly.
"Tsk, tsk, the true intent of the Crane Clouds Technique."
Facing him was a fierce beast, its fur slightly mottled, boasting a mere ten feet in length—appearing to be nothing more than an ordinary aged tiger.
It leisurely paced around, speaking, "Just tell me, I just wanted to eat a few ordinary cultivators in the Condensation Elixir Realm, like him. Why is my luck so bad, encountering the like of you two."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Qiangwei's expression showed a hint of helplessness as she looked to the side.
A gaunt old man sat on the ground, panting heavily; his face was covered in wounds, one of his arms broken, and half of his foot was missing.
To the uninformed, it might seem as though he was the main force.
