"Treasures have emerged in Dragon Creek Mountain, and now these cultivators from the East Continent have taken control of the valley. We can't even get a sip of soup, and everyone is about to disperse. Yet there are still people coming here to seek death..."
As Lin Tian and the others appeared, someone in the crowd sighed and shook their head, speaking up.
Many turned to look back, their faces revealing cold smirks.
Others simply glanced indifferently and then paid no more attention.
After the recent scuffle, many had died or fled, and those who remained were all risking their lives.
To put it bluntly, some Loose Cultivators were also desperadoes, viewing life and death with indifference, ready to fight at any slight.
When some people saw Lin Tian and the others coming to their doom, they weren't surprised.
"Fellow Daoist Nie, why have you come here too?"
