Listening to everyone's words, Ye Xiaofan smiled helplessly.
From the fervent gazes around him, he could tell that Qing'Er and the others harbored endless longing for the Divine Sword Sect.
Even the middle-aged cultivators in the caravan wore faces full of envy, jealousy, and resentment. Back then, most of them too dreamed of becoming a part of the Divine Sword Sect, just like Qing'Er and the others.
While everyone was stunned by the appearance of a senior brother from the Divine Sword Sect, the caravan continued to move slowly forward.
When passing by the two Divine Sword Sect disciples, one of them slowly raised his hand and signaled the caravan to stop.
Seeing this, the person in charge of the caravan quickly got off, trotting towards the two, with a humble and respectful demeanor, "Sirs, is there anything I can do for the Divine Sword Sect?"
"Are you the person in charge of this caravan?" one of the Divine Sword Sect disciples asked softly.
