Feng Residence.
The Formation was activated.
Feng Min walked into the courtyard with a heavy heart.
Soon, two figures emerged from a concealed spot in the courtyard.
"Junior Sister, why are you alone?" an elderly cultivator said gravely, "Where is the man!"
"He didn't come in. He seems to be alert!" Feng Min shook her head and whispered, her hand gripping her robe tightly.
"I said we didn't need this fuss, why bother with such trouble? This man goes out every four or five days; we'd be better off directly ambushing him outside—a clean and simple job. I'm at the ninth layer of Foundation Establishment, Fellow Daoist Zhang, you are at the sixth layer, and Fellow Daoist Feng is at the fourth layer. With such strength, unless we encounter a Golden Core, even someone at the Completion of Foundation Establishment would face certain death," complained another shorter and thinner middle-aged cultivator, evidently impatient.
