In the lower regions of Qingsong Mountain.
Zhou Xuanji laid onto the ground and was resting carefree.
The humans and demons around him looked at him in rage. If their bodies were not so weak, they would have surely fought Zhou Xuanji to the death.
A female cultivator scurried down like a spirit monkey.
When she saw what was around her, she was shocked.
With her dagger in hand, she was on the alert.
"So many people are lying here. Could it be the doing of some powerful cultivator hiding shamelessly here?"
She was alarmed and extremely anxious.
At this moment.
Pfffftt!
She felt her backside pierced by something all of a sudden and she immediately fell to the ground strengthless.
All the humans and demons on the ground sighed.
They had one more person to accompany them.
Zhou Xuanji was expressionless. He quickly returned to his spot and continued to camp.