A Monster

Little Chi Maojiu never forgot the help that the old monk had given to the Miao Bujiao all those years ago. He took a firm step forward and shielded Ji Fei.

The place of the outer fringe cultivators crowded around them had first been shocked by the mannerism of the one-eyed person's killing technique with the flick of a finger. Now that they saw someone was willing to step up, their expressions were different. They were regretful, impressed, excited, or frightened, but their bodies moved backward in tacit agreement. They were all worried that if the skinny man would strike again, they would be caught in the crossfire.

Chi Maojiu frowned with some irritation. Old Monk Ji Fei behind him chuckled softly, "The people inside the place of the outer fringe are like this. It's not that they have no backbones, but if it was not necessary for them to make a move, they won't take a single step forward, no matter what!"