"The others may leave!" The white-robed old man raised his hand and the secret border became momentarily distorted. The West Shadow Guard and his group were cast out of the space before they could say anything.
Then, with a change of scenery, the ladder disappeared and the white-robed old man appeared in front of everyone.
Cultivator Junjun and the others bowed respectfully. "Greetings to you, our elder."
"If my guess is correct, you all must have other luck, which means I'm not that much stronger than you all!" The white-robed old man's eyes were burning, watching everyone carefully, especially the spatula in the hands of the Food God. Then, he looked at Blackie, his eyes thoughtful.
'Stronger than us all? No way, we're definitely stronger than you,' thought Cultivator Junjun. Then, he nodded and said, "There's indeed luck with us."
"And whose secret border might that be?" asked the white-robed old man.
