When he saw the reactions of Frigidsect, Master Godwind, and Patriarch Crimsonsoul, the red-haired old man chuckled disdainfully, then flicked his sleeve and walked out.
Rumbling could be heard outside of the grand hall as the cultivators of the three sects boarded their magical flight devices and then shot off into the distance, leaving behind nothing more than billowing winds and swirling dust.
"Dammit!" Crimsonsoul said through gritted teeth.
Master Godwind frowned. "I guess this is our fault for not understanding the rules of the Middle Reaches cultivation world...."
Frigidsect smiled wryly and said, "With the plentiful resources here in the Middle Reaches, it's not as difficult for cultivators to reach Core Formation within a sixty-year-cycle. In the Lower Reaches, such an accomplishment is very, very difficult...."
At that point, he suddenly seemed to remember something, and looked over at Bai Xiaochun.
