"Hmph, I'll check it out."
"It's him... Fang Tianqi, one of the strongest young cultivators in the Cultivation World, who became a king on Mount Tai," someone whispered.
Blue-robed Fang Tianqi walked into the village, looked around, but found nothing. He left on his flying sword.
Seeing him unharmed, others rushed in, their silhouettes too many to count—a thousand people, perhaps. And this was just those who were openly active, countless more lurked in the shadows outside the village.
The swarming people in the village caused villagers to close their doors and hide.
"Dig three feet deep to get to the bottom of this!"
Someone shouted.
"Yes, we must find out why this ancient village intimidates even our ancestors."
"Tear down the houses and dig up this village."
