With Jia Ren's detection abilities, he had identified at least three different people eyeing Wang Qian from various positions.
There were quite a few who harbored ill intentions.
Wang Qian's smile froze on his face as he covertly looked back.
Turning his head, he could not remain calm, his complexion turning deathly pale.
The Inner City was far more formidable than the Outer City, and the Loose Cultivators were much stronger.
The Cultivators watching him were of no low strength; all were in the Late Stage Qi-Refining.
This was far beyond troubles that could be resolved by a mere Fifth Layer of Qi Refining.
Believing himself to have been very cautious, Wang Qian had only purchased the Resurrection Pill for treating his severed arm, two bottles of Elixirs suitable for advancing his Cultivation Level, and a Medium-grade Magic Tool in the Inner City, yet he was still targeted…
"Daoist Jia, please help me this once."
"I have a fortune to share with you."
