Chapter 401 Taoist_1

This eerie Taoist, standing motionless at the edge of the field like a scarecrow, did not move for a long time.

Several cultivators were approaching from afar, cursing something as they walked.

"These Spirit Farmers really have some nerve..."

"They're hard to deal with."

"If this continues, our Sun Family is not going to have an easy time..."

"What does the Family Head even have in mind?"

"He seems quite wary of those few cultivators from outside..."

...

The few cultivators from outside?

Upon hearing this, the Taoist turned his head stiffly and gave them a glance.

The cultivators of the Sun Family stopped in their tracks upon noticing him, seeing that the Taoist had a weak aura, shabbily dressed in peculiar attire, they questioned:

"Who are you?"

The Taoist did not respond but let out a dull sound from his throat.

It was like an aged drum leaking air, unable to produce a clear sound.

"Is he a mute?"