Several young loose cultivators of the Human Race, flying on their swords, were casually conversing, their tone filled with much emotion.
The usually bold Ao Ying,
this time dared to let out only a wisp of Divine Thought.
However, after clearly seeing the aura of these Human cultivators, she often breathed a sigh of relief. The strength of these Human cultivators was quite ordinary, three at the peak of the Foundation Establishment Realm, one who had just reached the Qi-controlling Realm, and their cultivation of the divine soul was also very average, completely failing to detect her "presence".
To probe with Divine Thought for these few moments was the most agonizing for Ao Ying.
She was terrified that these young Sword Cultivators, who roamed in pairs, were the same as that black-clothed youth...
If that was truly the case,
the moment her Divine Thought emerged, it would probably be directly captured and then slain.
Fortunately, the heavens still seemed to "favor" her.
