The person that spoke was a man with a chin as sharp as his voice, and his body was brimming with spirituality. This was not the first time that Mo Wuji encountered a Yuan Dan Stage cultivator, so with a single glance he could recognise that this man was one, and the man’s cultivation level was much greater than Ju Qijian’s.
Sweeping his gaze across the almost 20 people present, Mo Wuji was sure that this man whose voice and chin were sharp as hell was the the strongest guy around.
The stone hall was very spacious, and even if Mo Wuji’s group of three approached the yurt in the center, they would not disturb anyone. Hence, once the shrill voice echoed out, Pu Qian drew the broadsword on his back. He looked at the Mo Wuji, and as long as Mo Wuji attacked, he would follow suit immediately.
