"Taoist Friend Wang, you've stirred up trouble!"
No sooner had the two cultivators left than another cultivator living next to Wang Chen came over on tiptoe and said in a hushed voice, "Those two brothers and their gang are not to be trifled with."
The tent camp was teeming with all sorts, with many cultivators forming groups for the sake of their own safety, creating alliances in threes and fives.
Wang Chen, alone by himself, was undoubtedly going to suffer a great disadvantage by confronting them!
And those two who had just had a setback in front of Wang Chen were certainly not going to let the matter rest.
"If you can't beat them, it's better to lose money than a disaster," said the neighboring cultivator earnestly.
"Don't expect the people from White Tiger Sect to be fair," he advised. "They recognize pacts, not people."
Wang Chen chuckled and said, "I'd rather lose my life than my wealth."
