Countless Treasures...
Editor: Noodletown Translations
Flying at a high speed, Hao Ren arrived at the territory of Kunlun Mountain in a short while. Meanwhile, Xie Yujia chased after him on the Ruyi Cloth, afraid that he would offend the Soul Formation Realm cultivators in Kunlun Mountain.
The Ruyi Cloth that looked like a cloud was a rare dharma treasure. Although it could only carry one person, it was fast and light and didn't consume a lot of nature essence, making it a perfect dharma treasure for a low-level cultivator like Xie Yujia.
It was already dark when Hao Ren came out of the hospital. When he reached the edge of Kunlun Mountain, he saw that the sun was setting behind the black mountains.
"Who is it?"
Dozens of white-clothed female cultivators flew out from Kunlun mountain. When they saw Hao Ren, they shot light beams at him without asking any more questions.