He glanced around at the bodies, disgust flickering in his eyes.
"I don't see why. The slaughter went well, isn't it good for dogs to fight dogs?"
"Maybe we can help this 'righteous person' in a way, like turning a blind eye."
Ryan Hamilton began with a chuckle.
"This person practices a cultivation taboo."
"So what?"
Ryan Hamilton spoke indifferently.
There are many who practice cultivation taboos, and how many Immortal Sects openly practice them, no sect leaders take action against them.
......
The gears of time don't stop for anyone.
A hundred and twenty years have passed!
In the North Region, in a forest.
Milton Cheney sat down calmly against a tree.
He was gasping slightly, there were no wounds on his body, but strangely fresh blood was seeping out.
Between gasps, Milton Cheney looked in a certain direction in the forest.
After a moment, a person dressed in a white robe appeared in his line of sight.
It was a Qi Cultivation Fourth Stage Cultivator.
