It was as if Ping Miaohan's words had been a prophecy. Almost as soon as she finished speaking, another wave of cries rose and fell:
"More Golden Cores have appeared!"
"The West Gate! At the West Gate!"
Chen Che looked back.
Sure enough, amidst the cries, he saw massive figures rising swiftly from the ground like towering city walls. Each massive figure represented a Golden Core True Master.
'Thirty-nine of them.'
As his gaze swept over them, the number of Golden Cores instantly appeared in his mind. With a glance, Chen Che looked at Ping Miaohan beside him. "Are these people from Mist Rain Tower?"
"Yes. Half of them are from the Tower. The rest are likely Loose Cultivator Golden Cores under their jurisdiction."
Ping Miaohan's gaze was somewhat cold.
