"As soon as these words were spoken, the Loose Cultivator spies weren't fools—they immediately turned tail and scattered. Why would they stay?"
Before their eyes stood a Purple Mansion stage practitioner, hadn't they seen the most powerful among those Purple Mansion Loose Cultivators running away without looking back? A group of Foundation Establishment stage weren't blind; how could they possibly stay behind to fight for their lives against the opponent."
"Don't go, let's have a good chat," said Gu Shanhai in an extremely amiable manner, but no one was willing to listen.
This made Gu Shanhai feel the coldness of the world; how could each and every one of them lack even a bit of courtesy?
So, no one could blame him for insisting on keeping them.
With a flick of his long sleeve, which blotted out the sky and sun, they were whisked into the sleeve before any of the spies had a chance to react.
When they opened their eyes again, they felt topsy-turvy, their minds muddled.
