Under the gaze of strange and curious eyes, Ye Xuan and Ye Xiaoying walked out of the train station in the Northwest side by side.
The cold wind blew harshly, faintly carrying a hint of a bloody scent.
To ordinary people, this subtle bloody smell would scarcely be noticeable, but Ye Xuan and Ye Xiaoying could detect it immediately.
Both frowned because of this.
Ye Xiaoying pursed her lips indifferently and said, "It seems this time's treasure is truly alluring. The treasure isn't even open yet, and various masters have already started their battles."
"Before the treasure opens, the more people die, the less competition there will be once it's uncovered."
Ye Xuan didn't mind and said, "The higher the level of martial power, the more it emphasizes survival of the fittest. In their world, there are very few who are willing to reason, and besides, this time all manners of people have gathered—who in the martial world can truly be without grudges?"
