"How did these three guys get mixed up in this mess?"
On the open ground by the lake, nearly twenty Cultivators were divided into five or six groups, restraining each other.
Among them, Taiping Peak's side had the most intact strength, followed by Wipe Sword Peak's Senior Brothers and Junior Brothers.
As for Li Qingfeng and the other two… to say they were caught in the melee would be less accurate than to say they were fleeing.
Song Yan's gaze lingered briefly on the three female Cultivators, then returned to the trio, thinking to himself, "Logically, those three aren't the easiest ones to be picked off here…"
"Did they break a heavenly rule?"
But he quickly noticed the three beauty fruit plants, a ripple appearing in his eyes.
"Four hundred Spirit Stones."
Song Yan was quite clear on market prices in this area.
It seemed they had just snatched the fruits and were at the critical juncture of making their escape.
"Hmm…"
