"Whether twenty-four or twenty-five, it makes no difference. It isn't about difficulty; it's about being eliminated.
Ah, I have heard some rumors that because there has been an influx of cultivators escaping from the northeastern corner recently, and the fighting between the two sects, Mingyue and Wangyue, is relentless.
It's said that several other Immortal's gateways have also become involved, the flames of war spreading rapidly, leading to a resource shortage, and thus higher requirements."
"Curses! Mingyue and Wangyue, you've ruined my path to Changchun!"
Chen Dengming, mixed amongst the crowd, looked astonishedly at a fellow cultivator beside him who was beating his chest and stomping his feet, baring his teeth in frustration.
"What are you looking at?"
This cultivator unconsciously snarled, then instantly froze his expression, laughing awkwardly, "Ah sorry, so it is Elder Brother Gao, Ma just spoke a bit loudly just now, didn't I frighten you?"
