In the Earth Immortal Realm, atop a mountain cliff, Qing Feng swept across, causing the robes to rustle.
Ye Jingcheng stood at the edge, looking at the three people, with calmness in his eyes.
"Since you are not from the Nine Great Immortal Sects, aren't you afraid?" The broad-faced cultivator among the three exhaled deeply and asked again.
But this time, Ye Jingcheng did not answer.
He first assessed the two late-stage Golden Core cultivators, then the remaining one who was mid-stage Golden Core, and finally, he examined their attire.
"Then, may I ask if the three of you are from the Nine Great Immortal Sects?" Ye Jingcheng asked calmly.
"Hahaha, your friend is truly joking?" The leader, a late-stage Golden Core cultivator with a slightly fresh scar on his face, laughed heartily.
As they laughed, their hands behind their backs already began to activate the array.
As the array enveloped the scene, it would transform into a trapping array to enclose Ye Jingcheng.
