Heiye set Fang Qingyuan and the others down. He hunched over, moved in front of Fang Qingyuan, and bared his fangs at the newcomer.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking our path?"
The newcomer was a Female Cultivator. She wore a smile and was dressed in a rather conservative black silk dress. Though she appeared to be in her thirties, she had a full, slender, and utterly alluring figure, with a face that was both charming and beautiful.
And yet, her eyes were like drops of black lacquer, dark and sparkling. As she looked toward Fang Qingyuan's group, her gaze held a chilling coldness that completely betrayed the smile on her face.
Her crimson lips were so vivid they looked as if they might bleed. Fang Qingyuan stared for a moment, only to feel an immense sense of dread emanating from them. He quickly turned his head away, not daring to look again.
"You killed my dogs, and you think you can just walk away? That doesn't seem right, does it?"
