Lucy Frost held a basin of clothes in her hands, apparently just having washed them by the creek.
Standing in front of Lucy were three young men and women, two women and one man, one of whom suddenly swung her hand, striking the wooden basin that Lucy was holding.
"Smack!"
The wooden basin fell to the ground, and the clothes inside scattered everywhere.
The woman sneered and said, "Lucy Frost, don't be shameless. As a mere Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator with mediocre talent, what right do you have to occupy such an excellent cave dwelling? If you know what's good for you, hand over the cave dwelling immediately."
Lucy replied calmly, "The cave dwelling belongs to my husband, and you have no right to take it."
The woman sneered, "Westin Flores, haha, if Westin were still here, that would be one thing, but he's been missing for ten years now. That place is a death trap. Do you really think he could still be alive? If he were, he would have come back long ago."
