Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The glint of swords in motion, crossing each other multiple times, the two combatants split to the left and right, creating a distance between them. The unfortunate fellow standing in the middle, his legs trembling, didn't even dare to breathe too heavily.
In the hearts of ordinary people, cultivators are synonymous with tyranny and overbearing behavior. Even though the world has improved, and order has been established, out in these desolate plains, they could easily snuff you out without a second thought.
"You're protecting him, why? Do you know him?"
The person on the left tilted his sword, speaking with a tone of confusion.
"He's from the mortal world," the person on the right replied.
"Hmph, in a place like this, what does it matter if I kill him?"
"Kunlun Mountains are to the west, Salt Lake is to the west. If you kill him, the investigation might trace back to me. If you want to die, don't drag me into it!"
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