As soon as Feng Fan left the pasture and stepped into the forest, two cultivators emerged, blocking his path.
Their eyes gleamed with greed as they assessed him. Both were dressed in black robes adorned with a sun emblem, likely a symbol of their sect.
"Well, look at this. A little lamb wandering all alone," said one of the men, a smirk curling on his lips as he twirled the twin sickles in his hands. "Tell you what, hand over your space ring, and we might just let you walk away. How does that sound?"
'Of course, we'd still kill you. That spear is far too valuable to leave behind,' the man thought.
Feng Fan, hearing his inner thoughts, chuckled. Even if he hadn't heard them, he would never have believed the man's empty promises.
'Does he think I'm that stupid?' Feng Fan mused.
As the enemies sized him up, Feng Fan was already creating a water-gathering array in front of him unnoticed by them.