Chapter 572: Encounter with a Loose Cultivator

In the following period, Wang Xiaoqiang had made the deep mountains his home, keeping company with the Demon Tigers, setting himself against the Barbaric Demons, and engaging with nature so thoroughly he had almost forgotten he was human. At this time, he both longed to and feared seeing other people.

What you fear, comes your way!

That morning, Wang Xiaoqiang woke up in a tree and immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere. Looking down, he spotted seven people standing below the tree.

An old man around fifty years of age, with a long beard that seemed half a year untrimmed, and hair as messy as a bird's nest. He wore a gray and white robe, filthy enough to scrape oil from. At first glance, he looked like a beggar.

The other five men, all around thirty years old, had peculiar appearances and a bit of a bandit-like air. They differed in height, build, and stature but uniformly donned black tight-fitting clothes and each had an Immortal Sword tucked at their waists.