108 Master, Save Your Disciple!

Outside the Thousand Mile Red Cliff.

On a barren hill, a youth dressed in cotton clothes was retreating step by step.

In front of him were a few Foundation Establishment Stage freelance martial artists.

At this moment, expressions of greed appeared on the faces of these freelance martial artists.

One of them, a bearded freelance martial artist, laughed loudly and blocked the youth's path of retreat.

"Hahaha! Kid, give it to me!"

The youth in cotton clothes was merely able to protect the medicine bottle in his arms. His gaze was fearless as he looked at the unaffiliated cultivators who were surrounding him.

"You guys, this is mine. Why should I hand it over to you guys?"

The youth's tender voice caused the unaffiliated cultivators to be stunned for a moment. Following that, it caused a burst of even more wild laughter.

"Brothers, this kid actually said that this is his possession. What do you guys think?"