The one-eyed Sin Cultivator led a group of his peers back the way they had come and arrived at the foot of the hill, hiding in the bushes as they looked up.
There were only four people on the secluded hillside.
Ji Qingbai and his companions were covered in blood, still sitting in meditation to heal their wounds, while the young cultivator stood guard beside them with an alert expression.
"Not running away, just waiting here to die?" Diao Laosi sneered.
But the one-eyed Sin Cultivator furrowed his brows, "I'm afraid it's a trick."
"Shall we extend our Divine Sense to check?" suggested a Sin Cultivator.
"They would notice."
"There are no Foundation Building Cultivators here, we can check carefully."
"It's that brat, his Divine Sense is unreasonably strong, if we peek with our Divine Sense, he will definitely discover us."
"How is that possible?"
"Would I lie to you?"