C183 Three People Killed in a Row!(part II)

It was a night where the moon shone bright and the stars were sparse.

High above, hundreds of feet in the air, three cultivators of the Spirit Separating Stage glided through the sky on a cyan flying ship.

On the ship's deck stood those three wary cultivators.

"It's unbelievable that the Thousand Chance Sect harbors such a figure. Despite our numbers, we were completely outmaneuvered