Touching his ear, Nie Tian asked, “Wasn’t that Xie Yunhai from the Water Moon Sect?”

“Apparently so,” Yin Yanan answered casually.

“Do you know our young lord?” One of the men asked with a surprised look on his face. “He should now be seeking fortune in the region where the Fortune Wells are located. Did you come from there?”

Nie Tian smiled faintly. “Yeah, and we met him.”

“Where is he now?” The man asked.

“Dead, probably,” Yin Yanan said with an indifferent face.

The few Profound realm Water Moon Sect disciples, who looked much older than Nie Tian and the girls, stood aghast. “What?!”

The one with the highest cultivation base, at the late Profound realm, said with a grim face, “That can’t be true! Given our young lord’s strength, he’d be able to protect himself even if he didn’t get to gain any fortune. You lot dare to curse our young lord, do you think we won’t kill you for it?”

“Curse him?” Nie Tian shook his head. “We’re not interested in cursing...