"Allan are you alright? You seemed to have spaced out a little bit.", asked a black hair beauty.
Allan just shook his head as he spoke, "Nothing much, I was just thinking about those people we saw a few days ago."
The woman's face scrunched up in confusion before her eyes widen as she exclaimed, "You mean those super strong cultivators right."
Allan simply nodded as he spoke, "Yes Euphemia, just thinking about them makes my blood boil, the way they entered this place like a king, although they are of our age group yet they are so strong."
Euphemia: "Yes, I too envy them I do not know from where and which place they have arrive but their presence is simply unfair, they are so strong."
Another voice spoke in an condescending tone, "hmp, those guys are nothing the only reason they are strong is because the family that they are born having feeding them precious medicines left and right, if I were in there place I would have been an Immortal by now."
