"Hey, they're looking for you!" Lonemoon answered, as if he already knew what was going to happen. He pondered for a moment, then said, "There are 23 people in total. They're all either Soul Formation cultivators or traveling immortals. I think that's more or less all of them!" The phenomenon that just occurred undoubtedly attracted attention.
Fatty turned pale at once. A shred of panic flashed across his face. "What should I do? Let's leave at once."
"Leave? What for?" Lonemoon glanced at him. "You have to settle this sooner or later. It's good that they are here. It saves us the time that would have been spent looking for them."
"Settle…. Settle this?" Fatty stuttered. Seeing that Lonemoon was serious about this, he became even more panicked. "They won't listen to reason."
"Who says we're going to reason with them?"
"Eh? Aren't we?"
