"Uh... um, I'm just passing by..."
In the end, it was Chu Mu who broke the awkward tension.
He offered an awkward smile and took a tentative step back, hoping to extract himself from this unexpected disaster.
The man from the Longevity Sect was at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer. Of his three pursuers, two were at the Ninth Layer and one was at the Tenth. 'None of them are to be trifled with!'
"Don't move if you want to live!"
The moment Chu Mu took that step back, one of the three pursuers—a burly, scar-faced man—shouted the threat.
"They won't let you go!"
The man from the Longevity Sect sneered. As he spoke, he pointed to the Longevity Sect Magic Robe he was wearing. He didn't have to say anything more; his meaning was crystal clear.
In an instant, the embarrassed look on Chu Mu's face vanished. He turned to the three men, and though he remained silent, his intention was equally clear.
"You can go."
One of them, a man with an aquiline nose, waved his hand dismissively.
