"Did you feel it just now? Those hostile gazes?" After entering the room at the inn, a few people gathered in Si Lin's room, and Nan Hua asked the others while fanning himself.
"So obvious, how could we not feel it?" Mu Chen took out tea leaves from the Qiankun Ring, brewing tea while answering Nan Hua's question.
"Those people must think of us as fat sheep, it seems no matter where we go, we won't be short of such people." Gu Qingqing curled her lips, holding Immortal Fruit Juice, expressing some dissatisfaction with such existence.
"Some people work hard in cultivation, naturally, some want to take shortcuts, it's nothing unusual." Jun Wu helped Gu Qingqing tidy her hair by her temples, speaking in a calm tone.
"But it seems their eyesight is not great either, daring to target us." Nan Hua stopped fanning, shook his head, seeming to feel pity for those people.
