Fiery clouds blazed under the setting sun at dusk.
The Flying Boat carrying Fang Yang and the others was still heading toward Pingliang Mountain.
By now, however, the small treasure exchange had already concluded.
Fortunately, most everyone had traded for what they wanted, so the mood was quite amicable.
Suddenly, Fang Yang narrowed his eyes and gazed into the distance.
'It seems we have some unexpected visitors up ahead.'
Second Uncle Fang and the other two Great Cultivators did the same.
"A flock of Blood Vultures! One Thousand Beasts King and three Hundred Beasts Kings!"
"The nerve! Scavenging corpses on the battlefield is one thing, but to actually come after us..."
"Ah Yang, Xuezhi, Profound Blade—you attack. We'll cover you!"
The three Guardians spoke one after another.
They quickly reached a tacit understanding.
They wouldn't act unless absolutely necessary.
Their role was to watch for any potential enemy ambushes.
