Atlas pushed through the halls without looking back. Meanwhile, Artemia also reached her targets.
'These people are the ones causing so much trouble?'
They were pigs. There was no better way to describe them. These were people who'd been exploiting the villagers and living a peaceful life of power here when they were supposed to be climbing the Tower.
Sure, they all had cultivation equal to anyone else on the 39th Floor, but how long had it been since they'd used it? For the past three hundred years, they'd been bums who knew nothing but slothfulness.
Artemia barged into the room where their auras were gathered. The four of them were sitting around a table playing cards, but they stood up the instant they noticed her intrusion.
"Tch!"
They clicked their tongues. They knew that the other party was an outsider, and since she'd arrived here, she knew that they were the same.
