Apart from Xiao Ye, who sat alone on a large tree, skilled and courageous, the other seven martial artists huddled together in their clothes, afraid of being attacked.
"Now we only have three Primordial Stones left." Xiao Ye took out a Primordial Stone and sighed quietly.
He then began to cultivate, all the while keeping an eye on his surroundings.
When the night passed and dawn broke, surprisingly, nothing had happened. The seven martial artists were visibly confused, but they were also relieved and secretly glad.
"Let's move on." Kuang Shi jumped down from the tree, and after everyone had cleaned up, they hit the road again.
"Brother Ye, it seems you really are our lucky star, even Kuang Shi doesn't dare to make a move with you here." Zhang Dashan approached with a smile.
Xiao Ye smiled faintly, his gaze shifting to Kuang Shi ahead, a trace of sharpness flashing through his eyes.