After executing a few cultivators who tried to flee, Fang Qingyuan could clearly sense that the rest were now even more terrified of him.
Sometimes, all Fang Qingyuan had to do was remain silent and expressionless, and the Qi Refining Cultivators looked as if they were on the verge of collapse.
As a result, the only ones who could discuss matters with him were the three Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Not that Fang Qingyuan had any intention of changing this.
「Half a month later.」
Leaving one Foundation Establishment Cultivator behind to guard Golden Turtle Island, Fang Qingyuan took the remaining cultivators and set sail for Nanla Island aboard a large ship.
Nanla Island was a large island eight hundred miles from Golden Turtle Island. Though not as vast as Golden Turtle Island, it was still large enough for several Foundation Establishment Cultivators to practice their cultivation.
