The Ancient Demons of This Land Lack Manners

Despite her severe injuries, Gu Li's cultivator instincts kept her mind active.

The voice that spoke sounded young and male.

It seemed distant at first, but as the last word was uttered, the person had already arrived behind her, likely using some kind of mystical ability.

Lu Xuan emerged from the woods, dressed in white with a long sword hanging at his waist.

He looked at the people around him, slightly surprised.

"It turns out there are acquaintances here."

Lu Xuan greeted Yan Feiyu with a bow and a slight smile.

Yan Feiyu was confused.

She had never met Lu Xuan before and was unaware that the man in white before her was the one who secretly thwarted her plans at the back mountain of the Sky Demon Sect.

With Lu Xuan's arrival, the atmosphere calmed.

Even Gu Yuan stopped his actions, eyeing this unexpected guest with a frown.