The man was only at the mid Foundation Establishment Stage. Zhao Chun was traveling by sword at extreme speed, so he had no way of detecting the true culprit who had snatched the treasure. He could only glare resentfully at the corpse of the bat-winged viper, and the more he looked, the more fear crept into his eyes.
“Such blazing True Qi! Huh? No, that’s not right! A sword cultivator—Third Realm sword cultivator! Peak Foundation Establishment, or perhaps already a genius disciple who has stepped into Core Formation? Luckily I came late. If I had run into this person, I fear I’d have lost my life beneath her sword…”
The man leapt into the air, stepped onto his magic tool, and quickly fled the area, muttering under his breath, “I don’t know what kind of temperament they have. If they delight in slaughter, then this stretch of wildlands will become dangerous indeed. Best to leave, leave quickly!”
Whatever strange thoughts this latecomer harbored, Zhao Chun naturally knew nothing of them. With the aid of her Great Sun True Qi, it took her little time to collect three drops of True Sun Dew. Her treasure-seeking steps also became more cautious.