Yan Meishan advanced toward the small hill outside the city.
She sensed that three people had started to follow her.
Her heart tightened at first, but after surveying them with her Spiritual Sense, the corners of her mouth revealed a smile as if she were looking at trash.
"I thought my whereabouts had been exposed, turns out, it's just three little guys who are roused by lust."
Among the three followers, the highest was at the Second Layer of the Nascent Soul Realm, and the remaining two were both at the Eighth Layer of the Golden Core Realm.
Such cultivation levels allowed them to strut around on this medium-sized island indeed.
But to think about doing something to a Demon Sect Elder, that would be an outlandish fantasy.
The Third Elder pretended to have noticed the trio and quickened her pace, while pondering how to make good use of these three gifts from heaven to stage a cliché yet effective hero-saving-beauty scene.
