"Valley Master!"
"Chief!"
As Chen Che arrived and the crowd parted, a chorus of greetings rose through the camp. However, the cultivators blocking the entrance did not disperse. They warily watched the group of Golden Core cultivators from the Star-Picking Sect who had made a sudden appearance.
After all.
Even Duobao of their own Primordial Sect had dared to turn on them after the battle. Who could say what the Star-Picking Sect—their mortal enemies until just recently—might do at a time like this? Many of them even let their True Essence flare, poised to strike at a moment's notice.
Above the camp, countless cultivators had already begun silently circulating their True Essence.
At least several hundred arrows were already aimed at her.
"Fellow Daoist Yu, to what do we owe this sudden visit?"
Chen Che cupped his hands, his demeanor neither warm nor cold.
