"Speak. Have you been in this area for the past few days?" Song Xianming demanded, his face grim.
The small beast was only at the Tier Two Level. Facing a group of Purple Mansion Cultivators, it didn't dare hide a thing. It hurriedly answered, "Replying to you, Upper Immortals, I have indeed been here this entire time."
Hearing this, the group's spirits lifted. Song Xianming pressed on, "Then have you seen any Human Race Cultivators pass by these last few days? Out with it, and tell the truth!"
Startled by the terrifying aura emanating from Song Xianming, the small beast nodded frantically and stammered, "R-Reporting, Upper Immortals, I… I did see some. A few days ago, four Upper Immortals with profound cultivation were… were engaged in… in Magical Combat here."
As it spoke, a human-like fear filled the small beast's eyes, and its body began to tremble, as if recalling something dreadful.
