In the Central Plains, these two would be bona fide Evil Cultivators.
Even in the Miao Border, if anyone in a village practiced their Gu Technique or associated with them, nearby villages would unite to attack them.
On the edge of the rooftop sat a young woman in a floral dress, her feet dangling below, wearing shorts to prevent any exposure.
Several birds fluttered around her, showing her affection.
At the second-floor staircase, a burly middle-aged man stood with arms crossed, leaning against a pillar.
His pores were large, muscles taut and strong, moving with each breath.
The two from the Corpse Gu Sect downstairs and those upstairs were clearly not allies. Though they were in the same building, they were on equal alert.
At this moment, a door on the second floor opened, and an old man emerged, holding a smoking pipe, his face beaming with red.
