"Not good!" Han Li inwardly cried out, feeling deeply frustrated.
He had intended to stay far away from trouble, but trouble had come knocking on his door.
The three people behind him exuded an extraordinary aura, clearly Sect Masters beyond the Nascent Soul Stage. However, the mass of gray energy in front of them fluctuated in strength, looking like someone who had been seriously injured and was being pursued.
Seeing that he could not avoid the three people behind him, Han Li steeled his heart, and with a flicker of his body, he steered his flying magical tool to the side. He wanted to see if this trio, busy in their pursuit, would ignore such a minor Foundation Establishment Cultivator as him and just fly past.
But just as Han Li's body had slanted out a dozen yards or so, his streak of light suddenly stopped dead. With his expression uncertain, he looked around anxiously.
