On the ground, two Southern Ridge young cultivators, one thin and one fat, were walking unhurriedly.
At the same time, they were closely exchanging information about the prominent figures in Fang Su District, so as not to offend the wrong people due to being in the dark.
"With so many experts, can we still seize an opportunity in True Monarch's paradise?" The slightly chubby cultivator sighed.
"..." The thinner cultivator hadn't replied yet, abruptly raised his head, looking towards the distant horizon with a shocked expression.
Over there, a very clear shout was echoing in the distance.
"Chen Mazi, where do you think you're running!"
'Whoosh!'
A white and a red figure streaked across the sky at high speed, leaving the two Southern Ridge cultivators below utterly astonished.
"Isn't that the True Inheritor Chen Ming of the Taiyi Sect? He's being chased down like a stray dog, unable to resist!"
