James did not hide anymore and calmly strolled over to them.

The three people turned to James and ascertained his cultivation rank.

One of the men in a golden robe looked about 40 years old. He stared at James and said, “Young man, you’re only a Tenth Stage Sage, yet you’ve come deep into the Great Wilderness. Do you have a death wish?”

James walked over, clasped his hands together, and greeted them respectfully. “Greetings to you.”

After briefly greeting them, he said, “I came all this way,