Yi Tianyun's arrival didn't cause much of a stir. Only two teams invited him to join; the rest couldn't be bothered. The other teams had decent cultivation levels and already seemed to be established groups, so it was perfectly normal that they wouldn't extend an invitation.
Ren Liangchen's party was a cohesive group, but they were short on numbers, so they were looking to recruit. As for Liu Long's team, they seemed to accept anyone, resulting in a motley crew.
"Is there anything I can help with?" Yi Tianyun felt awkward just standing around and wanted to see if they needed a hand.
"Just stay put. We'll handle this," Leng Hu said. "You just need to conserve your energy and be ready for a fight when we head out. We have no use for cowards who cling to life. If you're afraid of dying, I suggest you leave right now. Otherwise, this Nether River will become your tomb!" His voice was as cold as ever, devoid of any emotion.
