Just as they prepared to climb, a figure appeared silently about thirty yards ahead.
His dark gold robes whipped in the sandy wind, a dark red spear held in his hand, its tip angled toward the ground.
Xu Wuyi looked up at the three of them.
"This path is closed."
The old man's pupils constricted. He hadn't sensed the man's approach at all; it was as if he had materialized from thin air.
And his aura... it was unfathomable.
"Who are you?" the old man asked warily, his hand on the hilt of his saber. "Why are you blocking our way?"
The native language of Great Liang shared many similarities with that of the Federation. Only some intonations were different, but direct communication was possible.
This wasn't an isolated case. In fact, the Federation had long been aware that throughout the entire Star Realm Battlefield, the vast majority of Human Race Civilizations possessed similar linguistic and cultural systems, differing only in their direction and stage of development.
