Fang Hao had just spotted the broken sword and was feeling quite pleased, thinking his luck was good and he had picked up another bargain.
However, the sharp shout from behind was like a basin of cold water, dousing all his happiness.
He turned around to look at the three people blocking the doorway.
The leader, a burly man with a face full of flab, had eyes like knives, and his Great Perfection Foundation Establishment cultivation base pressed over without any restraint.
The two beside him—one tall and thin like a bamboo pole, the other short and fat like a vat—were also at the Late Foundation Establishment Stage.
They gripped their weapons and sized him up with malicious intent, their gazes like hungry wolves spotting meat.
"Fellow Daoists, what is the meaning of this?" Fang Hao suppressed the anger in his heart, trying to keep his voice calm.
