Finally, he arrived before a cluster of pavilions where over a hundred Demon Cultivators stood in strict formation, clearly waiting for him.
Four figures looked down from the top of the central pavilion.
One of them was a woman, so enchantingly seductive and scantily clad that she seemed to be wearing nothing more than a few strategically placed straps, leaving almost nothing to the imagination.
The very picture of a Hehuan Sect Enchantress.
Wang Xiu slowly raised his head and gazed at the four of them without a word.
"You're not Ghost Path Person!" one of the four, a man in white robes, said lightly. He casually shook a folding fan, appearing completely at ease, but his voice had an effeminate tone.
