As the Ghost Cultivator barged in, Ye Feng and the others outside were still waiting patiently.
Moreover, given the current situation, Ye Feng and his group would still have to wait for about another hour.
With no other options, Ye Feng led Situ Jing and Feng Gu to the side to eat something.
Seeing Ye Feng and his companions enjoying their meal, sneers of disdain echoed around them.
"Huh? These three fellows are back again? Even though their realms have improved a bit, with such meager strength, they dare to join the fray? Truly courting death."
"Exactly! The strongest among them is only a Quasi-Martial Saint, and the weakest is an Intermediate Martial Venerable. They're practically going to their deaths."
"Weak but eating well, I see. Well, they're about to die anyway, so why not eat better?"
"Go ahead, eat up! Eat well before you hit the road."
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