Yang Lang's gaze fell directly on the middle-aged cultivator, and he slowly asked.
"That's only natural." The middle-aged cultivator's lips curled into a cold smile.
...
An hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Xu Ping maintained a steady and unhurried flying speed, but suddenly he felt something amiss and turned his head sharply, looking back.
He saw two Escape Lights appear on the distant horizon, swiftly and forcefully pursuing him.
Moreover, these two Escape Lights unabashedly exuded the formidable aura unique to cultivators at the Middle Stage of Golden Core.
"Two Middle Stage Golden Core cultivators?"
Upon witnessing this scene, a chill filled Xu Ping's eyes.
Despite their deliberate disguises, they couldn't fool him.
Other than the middle-aged cultivator who traded the withered wood, the other person was actually Yang Lang from Hundred Bamboo City.
"Humph, if you insist on seeking death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
