"Quick, take advantage of this moment! Shangwu Spirit Guard, trigger the Blood River!" a cultivator urged, even offering his sword to Shangwu, "We cultivators possess kind hearts. Successfully exorcising demons today, receiving the legacy of great power, naturally we'll honor you, light incense for your soul to rest in peace."
"Yes, Shangwu Spirit Guard, didn't you say before you'd give us a helping hand? Now hurry and act."
"You're talking nonsense!" Jie Wenzhan stood in front of Shangwu, cursing loudly, "Where's your shame? Calling yourselves cultivators? Aren't you afraid of ruining your own mindset? Can't exorcise demons yourselves? Why sacrifice others for your own sake? Shameless! Despicable!"
Shangwu stood behind Jie Wenzhan, watching his upright silhouette, her expression slightly changed, a glint appeared in her eyes.
