"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
In an instant, five cultivators flew to Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue's side.
"Who… who are you?"
Ji Ziyue asked nervously.
"Of course, we are your benefactors."
The leading middle-aged cultivator sneered and then turned to his companions, saying, "It's them. The information came from the man's mouth."
"Haha… Big Brother, if that's true, wouldn't we have the chance to be the first immortals in East Desolation?"
"Indeed! Just thinking about it is thrilling. By then, we brothers will go down in history."
"Exactly, exactly, this is truly the blessing of us brothers."
The other cultivators were visibly excited.
Gu Sheng and Ji Ziyue finally understood—they were all here for the Bronze Immortal Palace.
Ji Ziyue turned her head and glared at Gu Sheng, her teeth clenched. "Gu Sheng, it's all your fault! Your bragging has landed us in this mess."
"I… I didn't know… How did it come to this…"
Gu Sheng clutched his chest in regret, his face full of anguish.
