The setting sun was like blood.
The vast hills were tinted with a golden hue.
Shen Qing and his companions kept moving forward without pause.
"Lord Shen," A Da whispered, pointing behind them, "they are still following us."
Hearing this, Shen Qing didn't stop; he just slightly turned his head and saw the figures discreetly trailing them.
These martial masters, in groups of twos and threes, maintained a distance as they followed.
Every time Shen Qing glanced at them, their eyes carried a tinge of ingratiation.
Shen Qing inwardly sneered, fully aware of their intentions.
Just moments ago, he had slain Lord Xue with the force of thunder, drawing considerable attention.
Having seen his cultivation and capabilities, these people were eager to pledge allegiance to him.
Among them, there might be some trustworthy individuals, but Shen Qing had little interest in spending more time and energy to communicate and accept them, as it would only create unnecessary trouble for himself.