Xue Ying was by himself on the towering battle platform. He sat cross-legged and began talking about Dao to the cultivators situated below him.
The cultivators understood basic courtesy too. They sat down cross-legged. Some of the mutated beasts also lay down on the ground. None of them let out any sound and were obediently listening! At this moment, anyone who dared to talk would be offending the crowd. Even if cultivators spoke to each other, they would do so via voice transmission.
