Robert, who was running along with the Yota, heard noise from behind.
With curiosity, he looked behind and he almost kneeled on the ground.
"Fuck? Are these guys on drugs?" Robert said in shock as he saw a horde of Alpaca chasing him furiously.
Approximately there are 300 to 400 Alpacas of various cultivation bases chasing him like mad dogs on dope.
Their eyes are red as if he has killed the parents.
He looked at Yota in his hand and said, "Yota, tell me honestly, are you the son of a core formation expert in your tribe?"
"No.." Hearing this Robert was even more confused but then Yota continued, "He is my grandpa."
Hearing this Robert understood why they were chasing him furiously. Yota's position in the tribe must be high.
But it's fine as long as it's a core formation realm contending against that type of expert is within his capability.
