"With the Masked immortal cultivator spreading this news to everyone, war is coming. All we need to do is wait for the most desperate rogue cultivators to make the first move and take advantage of the situation." The man holding the wooden doll, eyes flashed with a cold light.
Even while standing in the middle of a public street with hundreds of people passing by, the young man seemed to be invisible as people ignored his crazy rants.
"Brother, it can't be that easy. We are not dealing with mortals. We are dealing with other rogue immortal cultivators. There are bound to be others with the same plan as us."
"They might even be stronger than us. Just the fact that the Masked immortal cultivator has been spreading out the news using his puppets all over the city means he is interested in the situation."
