At this moment, Li Xiaobai's figure transformed into a monstrous flood beast in his eyes. Was the other party hiding their fangs? Deliberately following them into the city?
But this was the lady's initiative to invite him, merely wanting to use him as a tool. Could it really be such a coincidence?
Yang Xiu decided to test again. Maybe the panic earlier had clouded his judgment.
"Yes, that's it. Who would be running down the streets carrying 150 cultivators?"
"I must have been mistaken. Let's try again!"
Throwing down the sack in his hand, he picked up another sack, slung it over his shoulder, and gave it a quick slice. His face darkened instantly, as if he had swallowed a dead fly.
It really was a person, and a woman at that!
Who the hell was this country bumpkin, and why was he so deranged as to kidnap cultivators and dump them casually into the Baihe Clan's warehouse, acting like nothing had happened? Was he not afraid of being discovered?