Qing Jun whispered softly.
Such a master, looks more and more like an old Taoist priest!
Chen Ye took a deep breath, pretending not to hear the girl's nonsense.
Before long.
A camp exuding a bloody scent emerged in the sight of the four master and disciples.
The towering stone walls were covered with lethal restrictions, and a black flag hung above the camp gate, with a large red "A" character written in dark red cinnabar.
All those assigned here were reckless adventurers from the Late Period of Qi Refining to the Early Stage of Foundation Establishment, the high-grade expendable troops the Emotion Crossing Sect intended to use for exploring the dangerous zones of Celestial Abyss.
When Chen Ye, a hunched old loose cultivator leading three "little beggars," walked into the camp,
Dozens of eyes shot over from every dark corner, like hyenas.
