Yang Yiming looked at the crowd in front of the Immortal Soil Gate, his face as calm as water.
They came here only to find that someone had already beaten them to it. If Yang Yiming hadn't been extremely cautious and stopped his cultivators, this group of loose cultivators, blinded by greed, would have rushed forward already.
Only Ji Zixuan remained calm, her gaze sweeping over the masked old Taoist with a hint of suspicion in her eyes.
"Alas, the cultivators of this continent are really regressing more and more."
"An honorable Heavenly Monarch was actually slain by a Golden Core."
"When I entered Three Abyss Valley, I saw seven or eight Heavenly Monarchs blocking the entrance, presumably looking for Chen."
"Now there's even a swarm of ants daring to provoke us right in front of our faces. Isn't it infuriating?"
The shabby old Taoist wearing a Ghost Demon mask shook his head slightly.
"A bunch of common folk, not recognizing Tai Mountain, is quite normal."
