They were in a bad situation. Retou Meng was at the seventh subrealm of the Asura Realm. If you compared his cultivation to someone the same age from a larger sect or nation, he would come up lacking, but it was very good for a small nation like the Shang Kingdom. Wu Jian’s father had been at the ninth subrealm of the Asura Realm and he was well into his forties.
Not only did they have Retou Meng to contend with, but they had several others as well. None of them wore the robes of the Burning Flame Sect. They must have been the Qing Province’s mercenaries. She had studied up on them. Many mercenaries had loose morals and would take any job provided they were paid. Since she couldn’t sense their cultivation, it meant they were all at least first subrealm Asura Realm cultivators.
“Retou Men
