章 1243: A Common Thief

Shortly after they exited from the Nameless Emperor's Tomb, Yuan could sense two individuals watching them from a distance.

One of them had the cultivation of First Level Spirit Lord while the other one exuded the presence of a Peak Spirit King. Furthermore, the Peak Spirit King had a unique aura that felt oddly familiar to Yuan.

However, Yuan didn't pay too much attention to them— at least not until the Peak Spirit King started approaching them with an aggressive look on his face.

"We have company," Yuan said to Xi Meili, who was absorbed by the Nameless Emperor's Tomb's entrance.

They turned their attention to the approaching figure and saw Zhaohui strolling toward them, his posture slightly hunched. He was a tall, somewhat skinny man with long, messy black hair. His violet eyes had a sharp and slightly menacing look, almost like that of a troublemaker. In fact, his clothes seemed similar to what a bandit might wear.