"Rest inside!" the cultivator holding the bone-stripping saber commanded indifferently. Although the Xianyuan Guards were full of doubts, they all uniformly accepted the order and returned to the building where they had been hiding earlier.
Immediately, the cultivator lifted his head to look in Lu Ye's direction, his sharp gaze containing both scrutiny and suspicion.
Although he had detected Lu Ye hiding nearby earlier, he was unclear about who exactly it was, and moreover, there had never been any techniques for controlling the Insect Race in Xianyuan City before.
However, during the heat of the battle, he couldn't consider too much. Now that the fight was over, he naturally wanted to understand what was going on.
Sensing the other's gaze, Lu Ye voluntarily revealed his figure.
Even though the cultivator was known for his composure, able to face death without changing expression, he couldn't help but be surprised the moment he saw Lu Ye: "How is it you?"
