"It's true. Which of those old monsters isn't searching for a secluded place to cultivate in closed doors, just to pursue that pinnacle of power, unlike us ordinary folks who muddle through life and, in the end, might not even know how we've died," Xiao Hong said with a resigned smile. Everyone gave a bitter laugh in response. Indeed, that was the fate of most cultivators.
The brief exchange seemed to temporarily alleviate Chu Yi's crisis. However, the Tianyan Sect members treated the matter with skepticism. After all, if their Sect could become friendly with the other over this issue, it would be far more beneficial than sending Chu Yi to Qianlian Hall.
Seeing the issue about to be resolved, Yu Qing made to leave. At that moment, a page hurried from behind the hall and whispered something in Xiao Hong's ear before rushing off again.
