As soon as Zhang Lie entered the Xiaochuan Territory, he sensed many auras probing him; soon, as he turned onto the side path, people began joining in one after another—all were Ma San's men.
All of them were cultivators, some with cultivation at the Qi Refining Fourth or Fifth Layers, others at the First or Second Layers of the Gathering Spirit Realm, and even one whom Zhang Lie couldn't gauge at all, but who gave him a palpable sense of danger.
"Don't be nervous, Younger Brother Zhang. They're all here to escort the goods. Every previous transaction, our people have done the same. The horse bandits in this territory are no joke, but with these guards, nothing will go wrong."
Zhang Lie kept silent as usual in response to Ma San's explanation, saying nothing; he merely thought to himself: The aura on all these people is just like Ma San's—cold and sinister. Could they all come from the same background? Or share the same legacy?
