"Grass cultivation?"
"I too am a grass cultivator from some remote place," Jiang Ding muttered to himself.
Bandits will always be bandits.
They have their progressive aspects and their brutal and backward ways. The two simple words 'grass cultivation' thus perfectly bring out these qualities.
Immortal Baimei wishes to earn a Nascent Soul Opportunity within the Blood Cloud Eighteen Knights through his military exploits, but it seems quite difficult now.
Of course, even if it were not so, he would not ally with people like Blood Cloud and the others.
With their disordered nature, acting independently and ruthlessly, it is innumerable times safer to be their enemy than to become their comrade.
Jiang Ding walked slowly along the broken Formation Method, stepping into the interior of Dizifeng Peak where the formation was breached.
