After Ji Wuzui left, for the next ten days, even if Xia Pingan had made himself known in the great desolation city, waiting for people to come and Rob him, everything was as he had expected. No one came to challenge him anymore. There were many people in the great desolation city who came to watch the show, but not a single one dared to come and fight with him.
Xia ping 'an was sitting cross-legged on the mountain peak with his eyes closed. He could feel the undercurrents in the air around him. Many people were staring at him, and some divine thoughts were sweeping around him. Many people were using spells to conceal themselves, quietly lurking around the mountain peak, but no one dared to take the initiative to attack.
