92 The Obscure Cultivator

The mountainside was vast and spacious. It was impossible for one to view the entire horizon. Mounds upon mounds of little hills soared from within the jagged boulders. The hills appeared like the fangs of ancient beasts as it enshrouded the darkness with a sharp and imposing manner.

Wen Leyang tried to pull the fat men off his body. Nonetheless, it was an unfruitful attempt even after he exerted his strength for a long time. At last, he gave up and stopped bothering about them. He inhaled a deep breath as he nodded towards the skinny little obscure cultivator, who appeared hostile. He spoke in a sincere manner, "Wen Leyang from the Nine Peak Mountains is forever grateful to the senior for saving my life. If it wasn’t for the senior’s guidance…"

The skinny little obscure cultivator squinted, as he interrupted Wen Leyang. He was full of hostility when he asked in reply, "What kind of demon or monster are you?"