In front of the deserted island, Fang Qingyuan stood alone, facing more than a dozen Cultivators. Yet, when it came to sheer presence, his was the more overwhelming.
"Soul Hall? Please forgive my ignorance, but I've never heard of it. Fellow Daoist Xiao, you are being quite aggressive. It seems you're very confident in your strength. Here in the Outer Sea, strength earns respect. If you can make us submit, then we will naturally obey your orders. Otherwise, don't even think about leaving this place today."
The one who spoke was one of the two Foundation Establishment Cultivators in the opposing group. He looked to be about forty years old and had a gourd tied to his waist.
The other Foundation Establishment Cultivator was younger, but his expression was somber, and he carried an aura of ghostly energy.
