In a random countryside ten miles away from Huixian Market, Wu Qi was surrounded by Daoist Yi Xuan, Yu Song, and five men clad in Daoist robes.
Daoist Yi Xuan had put up a bearing of a grandmaster. With both hands clasped behind his back and facing upward, he was looking at the dark clouds that were passing through the dusky sky with a faint smile on his face. In the meanwhile, Yu Song and the other five men had their eyes fixed on Wu Qi, as if they were a pack of hungry wolves looking at a piece of fat meat. Their eyes were flaming with a covetous look that could not be hidden.
Clearing his throat, Yu Song smiled at Wu Qi and said, "Fellow Daoist Greed, please tell us from which sect are you coming from, and who is your Master. If they are on friendly terms with us, the Yellow Dragon Sect, fellow Daoist can leave now freely. Please do not ruin your own future. I hope fellow Daoist can tell us your background as soon as possible."
