Jun Feng had already assessed the strength of these people as he spoke.
Their power simply did not catch Jun Feng's eye; he could eradicate them with ease.
Just like a group of ants surrounding him.
Should those ants become a nuisance, one stomp would suffice.
Fang Mu glanced toward the window, then continued to peruse the ancient tome in his hands.
"The Lingdian Clan has made such a fuss; those who should hear will have heard by now, and naturally, someone will put an end to this farce."
"We just need to wait for tonight's action!"
Rarely did Fang Mu harbor such intense aversion towards a power, but the Lingdian Clan had truly disgusted him.
A disciple of a Spirit Forging Master under the Lingdian Clan's command had cashed in on the deaths of numerous adventurers in the wilderness, all to earn a quick, unscrupulous profit.
In most families, adventurers were the pillars, responsible for the entire income of the household.
