"Yes, what can I do for you, Taoist Friend Wang?"
Shen Long straightforwardly admitted, this matter couldn't be concealed, as the smell of the Demon Attracting Grass was too peculiar.
"May I know which sect you hail from, Taoist Friend?"
Wang He politely asked.
"I am sectless," Shen Long replied. "Please, speak your mind, Taoist Friend Wang."
"Sectless?"
Wang He was slightly startled. His original intention had been to probe the bottom line of the other party; despite only being at the early stage of Nascent Soul, Shen Long showed no signs of fear in the face of both of them.
Was he bluffing by claiming the might of a more powerful backer, or did he truly have one?
"He must have some reliance. Otherwise, an ordinary Nascent Soul Cultivator would not dare to hunt a Nascent Soul Beast alone. We should withdraw!"
Qin Yue transmitted to Wang He.
After a brief contemplation, Wang He said, "Then we won't disturb you further. Farewell."