
That night, Fang Yin did not want to look for information about the Blind Demon Swordsman anymore and chose to meditate for a while before going to bed.
The village is so crowded. All night long there is always something done by the residents.
A thin mist enveloped the village, presenting a bone-chilling chill.
The merchants and buyers were dressed in thick coats. Another case with Fang Yin who did not feel bothered by the cold air.
While observing the inn's exit, Fang Yin bought some food supplies and ate them partially on the spot.
The merchant felt very happy when Fang Yin refused the change he gave. Actually it was Fang Yin did so that the merchant did not feel any objection to his existence in that place.
Fang Yin's eyes never turned from the inn's exit and watched everyone who came in and out from there.
The four cultivators had only appeared when the sun started to rise.
'They are so lazy. A mission bearer but not immediately set out early in the morning to run it.'
Fang Yin moved to sneak up so as not to be seen if he was following them.
"Zhan! It seems that your guess is correct, that freak is following us," whispered one of the cultivators who caught Fang Yin's strange girly.
"Be like you see nothing" replied the man called Zhan.
They remained acting as if they had not seen Fang Yin until they passed through the village gate and exited from there quickly.
The four cultivators used the body lightening technique by walking quickly, while Fang Yin followed him by walking on the trees that were not far from the path they were on.
They actually knew if Fang Yin was following him, but purposely let him be and pretended not to see him.
The sun begins to lean westward indicating that dusk will soon fall.
The four cultivators stopped to rest and enjoy their provisions, ignoring the danger eyeing them.
Fang Yin stopped at a hidden spot and opened his provisions as well while looking towards those cultivators.
'Isn't it afternoon. Why is the air in this place so hot. I felt an enormous energy envelop this place.' Fang Yin could not enjoy his food quietly and was acting alert.
His worries are reasonable. A flash of shadow appeared before him then walked up to the four cultivators. The shadows kept flashing and one of them grabbed Fang Yin's body and brought him down and joined the four cultivators together.
The person who took him down threw his body to the ground. However Fang Yin was able to hold his body and remain standing perfectly.
With a slight awkwardness, Fang Yin was forced to join the four cultivators together.
"Niali you guys are big too. Dare to relax in my territory!" said one of the Golden Mask Bandits.
They were five people wearing gold-colored masks that covered the face at the top.
The five bandits wore red and black clothes with thin coats fluttering on their backs.
The supposedly cold afternoon mountain air felt extremely hot with the aura of energy released by the five bandits.
"We just passed by. And soon we will continue our journey. Please don't complicate our journey." One of the cultivators spoke without fear.
"Who is your leader?" ask the bandit.
A sly smile was faintly seen on the face of Zhan Li, the mission-bearer leader of the Middle Continent Empire. His mouth did not speak but his eyes glanced at Fang Yin.
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