Meng Bai flew through the air in the direction the gang of rogue cultivators had fled. After a stick of incense’s time, he spotted the wounded group. He descended slowly behind them.
The leading Foundation Establishment Cultivator was cursing as he walked. "Dammit, what a streak of bad luck! I can't believe people still like playing the hero these days."
"Boss, that guy’s style was strange. He didn't look like a cultivator at all—he fought more like a martial artist from the mundane world."
Chapter 90