Yet no sooner had the merchant team set out on its journey, than a powerful and resonant call descended from the heavens. The voice, likely imbued with Divine Skills, sounded as if it was right beside everyone, vibrating incessantly in their ears, "Mortals below, halt!"
These seven words, steeped in stark class discrimination, immediately gave Ning Xiaoxian the urge to flip the sky the bird. However, the rest of the merchant team seemed unfazed. They were used to dealing with Immortal Sects and knew that these terrestrial immortals had their eyes set high above their heads, so this was nothing new to them.
