Wei Han lived up to his name—literally meaning weak stomach. He was a rogue cultivator in the Early Fourth Realm of Illusion Power, sallow and emaciated, and fiercely protective of his own skin. Dressed in a grey robe that hung on him like a skeleton, his long, bamboo-pole legs were almost painful to look at, making one fear they might snap if gazed at too hard. The long-handled black umbrella strapped to his back looked sturdier than he did.
Ji Muyao was a rogue cultivator in the Third Realm of Illusion Power. Ever since joining the Fenghua Sect as a rogue cultivator reinforcement, she had never spoken a single word to anyone. With her dark, cold eyebrows and icy demeanor, paired with skin as pale as midwinter snow, she radiated a bone-chilling frost. Yet she was strikingly attractive and carried herself with an innate grace that made her unforgettable at first glance. More than a few cultivators had wanted to team up with her, but her thousand-mile-distant silence forced them to abandon any such ideas.
Mu Zicai was a rogue cultivator in the Third Realm of Illusion Power. With his chubby face and mischievous eyes, he had earned the nickname "Shameless." He was the very cultivator who had knelt in public and begged to be the White-bearded Elder's son for life. His thought process never seemed to align with anyone else's, leaving people completely unable to catch whatever point he was trying to make.
Chapter 16