Chen Fan couldn't help but laugh out of anger, thinking to himself, you really are naive enough to believe whatever people tell you, not knowing whether you can still be so smug in a moment.
A group of people walked along the staircase and arrived at the edge of a large square.
There were many wooden cages here, and a large number of ordinary people were locked inside. These people were all in tattered clothes, their faces gaunt, expressions full of fear and panic, completely lifeless.
Yang Tian and Yang Ting were initially observing their surroundings with excited faces, curious about this so-called Immortal Sect. However, when they saw those people locked in the cages, they were stunned.
"What... What are they doing? Why do they look so miserable?" Yang Ting muttered.
The man in the lead said with a smile, "They're just like you, seeking the help of the Immortal Sect, but of course, as an Immortal Sect, one naturally must endure some suffering if they want our help."
