"No way, isn't Big Brother Zhu, how could anyone in Wu Zhou dare to mess with him?"
"Eight hundred years ago no one would dare, but now it's different. A bunch of fucking idiots, their balls dropped way too much."
The elderly speaker had messy hair and a goatee that was unevenly trimmed. His grey robe was stained with greasy marks, a clear image of a hermit from the world.
Kou Shuang.
That night at the Demon Cultivation Trade Conference, the duo of black and white evil killed the whole scene, and only three of them survived, the other two being Lu Bei and Zhu Qilan.
After the conference, Kou Shuang seriously reflected. The cultivation world is not safe anywhere. If you look into the reason, it is not because he is weak, but because the others were too strong.
He just needed to find a place where few cultivators travelled, then he'd be safe.
The question then arises, was there a place in Wu Zhou that has an even lower level of cultivation than Ning Province?
