At night, several planes landed at Provincial City International Airport one after another.
Groups of Hindustanis walked down.
They did not have passports or any other identification documents. However, as cultivators, they had abilities that mundane people did not have. They could easily board the planes and come and go as they pleased.
They walked out of the airport in groups and boarded the tour buses.
The last group of people arrived at about ten o'clock at night.
The tour buses drove out and headed toward the city.
They had no intention of hiding their tracks.
All of them had cold and murderous expressions on their faces.
On the outskirts, they met up with the two people from before.
"The two of you are useless. Isn't it just a stupid formation? You still can't breach it after so long!"
Many people mocked them.
