Outside Old Man Wang's courtyard, a group was practicing and waiting.
At that moment, court cultivators approached from afar. Luo Qingyan and the others stood up, walked a few steps forward, and saw them stop overhead.
In the center was a person wearing a Daoist robe, with a Daoist hat, sharp eyes like an eagle's. His cold gaze swept over them, extending his left hand holding a Magic Artifact Wheel, while his right hand pointed to it. Instantly, the wheel emitted strands of golden light, pointing towards the positions of Yue Qingqiu and Liu Ji.
"Demon."
The Daoist's eyes were like blades, staring at the two with murderous intent, as the court cultivators behind him moved forward, surrounding the group.
"Esteemed officers, there might be some misunderstanding. They are all heroes who hunt demons and saved my life a few days ago, slaughtering many demons," Old Man Wang stepped forward and said.
