Before the cave, Lao Bai's towering body blocked the entrance, his snow-white fur rippling in the wind.
A torrent of Protective Spiritual Power surged around Lao Bai's entire body, infusing every single strand of his fur. As long as he stood there, no one could even dream of setting foot in the cave.
Hearing Fang Qingyuan's order from behind to go, Lao Bai didn't respond. He could clearly sense two dangerous auras in the forest ahead.
He sensed their cultivation was only at the Late-stage Qi Cultivation, but Lao Bai knew that relying solely on one's realm in a fight was the height of folly.
Besides, the Liu Family Cultivators were adept with Talismans. Such Cultivators were typically wealthy, possessed a wide array of techniques, and were the most difficult to deal with.
'To run into a life-or-death battle on the very first day out...' Lao Bai was truly at a loss for words. Still, he couldn't bring himself to resent Fang Qingyuan.
