If it weren't for the situation being forced, how could we have joined under Little Cang World's banner.
Thus, Wang Ba glanced at these cultivators and couldn't help but secretly shake his head.
Disunited hearts, just a motley crowd, not worthy of deliberation.
Already there was some intention to retreat in his heart.
At this moment, inside the Jade Pot Workshop.
A lean middle-aged cultivator with a bump like a horn on his head from the Wanbao Pavilion side was visibly agitated, carrying an expression of extreme anger:
