"Indeed, they are not."
Lu Zijia jumped down from the back of the golden pagoda. Seeing that the four people in front of her weren't the people they were looking for, she wasn't disappointed. Instead, she seemed to have expected this.
"Three mid-stage Golden Core and one late-stage Golden Core."
Mu Tianyan walked to his wife and glanced at the four expressionless cultivators in black in front of him indifferently. "It seems that we're treated as thorns in the side."
Lu Zijia nodded helplessly. "Yeah, so should we be honored to be seen as a thorn in the side by the demonic cultivators, or should we feel unlucky and be targeted by them?"
"Demon… demonic cultivator?"
Du Yu, who had just jumped down, felt her legs go weak when she heard that and she almost sat on the yellow sand.
"Yeah, they're demonic cultivators."
