The three Outer World Cultivators stood arrogantly in mid-air, gazing at Sun Zhe and Leng Yuening as if gods looking down upon mortals, or humans viewing caged livestock, as though they controlled everything.
By now, Sun Zhe had realized these three were here with ill intentions; his polite smile gradually vanished, and a chilling killing intent emerged in his eyes.
Yet, the three Outer World Cultivators remained oblivious to the danger already looming, continuing their evaluation of Sun Zhe and Leng Yuening.
"Judging by their attire, they should be from Kunlun Ancestral Land."
"Ha, such a wasteland with incomplete Dao Principles and exhausted Spiritual Qi; who would've thought cultivators still exist there?"
"Hahaha, even if there are cultivators, they are just worthless ants with incomplete Dao Principles, easily flicked to extinction. Yet, I didn't expect such a fine female cultivator from the Kunlun Ancestral Land."
