A look of absolute certainty filled Crouching Tiger's eyes. Never had he expected to encounter a lone female cultivator; this trip was bound to be a lucrative and risk-free venture.
The members of the squad had already surrounded Jiandan and Xiaoyue. Crouching Tiger was dressed in an excessively flamboyant brownish-red magic robe, striking a pose he imagined made him look quite dashing—an impression that would have been far more convincing if his eyeballs were not practically glued to Xiaoyue.
With a sweeping glance, Jiandan noticed that the female cultivator who had gone to cause trouble at their stall last time was missing from the group. Furthermore, the people surrounding her all bore injuries of varying degrees, and there were only twelve of them—half the number of Crouching Tiger's squad as scouted by Hou San.
Chapter 818