Not far from them, at least three groups of people were watching. Some weren't after the treasure at all; compared to the coveted Wumu Essence, Cultivators themselves were a more profitable target.
"A Nine Heavens Fire Simurgh… a Spirit Beast like that means this tender little thing must be loaded!"
"Hehe, no doubt about it. I just wonder how strong she is."
"Look at her, she can't be more than twelve or thirteen. So what if she's a once-in-a-generation prodigy?"
"She probably has some backing. We could make a move, but it would have to be clean and quick. Now isn't the right time."
"Damn, there are at least two other groups who've spotted this fat sheep."
"What do we do?"
"We wait and see."
The Body Cultivator who spoke revealed a sinister look. There was always the option of dog-eat-dog.
The closer they got to Wuling Mountain, the more Cultivators they encountered, and the more guarded everyone became. Only Wang Meng's group of three seemed to be on a sightseeing trip.
