Chapter 9
Old Man Zhou shot Qi Ping an exasperated look. How dare this kid run into the mountain forests of the Misty Cloud Range alone!
Both the Black-Armored Killer Bees and the Burrowing Gold Marrow Bees had countless kills to their names—even mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivators had fallen to these swarms.
There were even records of them killing late-stage Qi Refinement cultivators!
And yet Qi Ping, a mere first-level Qi Refinement cultivator, had recklessly charged into the woods.
Of course, Old Man Zhou knew he couldn’t blame the kid—Black-Armored Killer Bees and Burrowing Gold Marrow Bees were rare. He’d spent half his life raising Little Black Bees and had never encountered either.
After hearing Old Man Zhou’s explanation, Qi Ping suddenly understood.
No wonder the old man had been so frantic!
Under normal circumstances, any early or mid-stage Qi Refinement cultivator attacked by Black-Armored Killer Bees or Burrowing Gold Marrow Bees would have almost no chance of survival.
Qi Ping glanced at the shoddy, unranked blade in the old man’s hand and his flimsy, utterly defenseless clothes, and warmth bloomed in his chest.