"The price won't be the same next time. I wonder how many more treasures you have to sell."
"So, about these Loose Cultivators following us… Sect Leader Fang, what do you think we should do?"
Fang Qingyuan glanced around. His eyes fell upon scattered ruins covering the landscape. A faint, almost imperceptible scent of blood wafted into his nostrils.
In the distance, bloodthirsty Loose Cultivators were scattered in small groups around the Camel-Ray caravan, trailing them from afar. At the same time, they were using their own methods to call for friends and allies.
A caravan like Fang Qingyuan's was like a blue whale straying into unfamiliar waters, now targeted by the bloodthirsty tiger sharks that patrolled the area.
