"Fellow Daoist Wang, you've stirred up trouble!"
The moment the two cultivators left, a cultivator living beside Wang Chen came over and said in a lowered voice, "That group of brothers isn't easy to provoke."
The tent camp was a mixed bag of fish and dragons. Many cultivators banded together for their own safety, forming alliances in groups of three or five.
Wang Chen was alone. Going up against them would undoubtedly leave him at a severe disadvantage!
And the two men who had just been rebuffed by Wang Chen could not possibly let the matter rest.
"If you can't afford to provoke them, it's better to part with some wealth and avert disaster."
The cultivator next door earnestly advised, "Don't count on the White Tiger Sect to uphold justice. They recognize contracts, not people."
Wang Chen smiled. "I'd rather give up my life than my wealth."
The other man was speechless. After a pause, he said, "Then watch your safety these next couple of days."
Wang Chen nodded. "You're right. It really isn't safe here."
He reached out and put his tent into his Storage Bag, then rose and left.
Leaving the neighboring cultivator staring dumbfoundedly, thoroughly disheveled in the wind!
Wang Chen left the tent camp and headed west.
At the same time, the two cultivators from before returned to their own tent.
There were another four or five cultivators inside the large tent. Several looked fierce and vicious at a glance, clearly no good people.
When they saw the tall, thin cultivator return, they all called out, "Big Brother!"
The tall, thin cultivator waved a hand and said gravely, "Brothers, a job's come in."
The cultivators present looked at one another, excitement appearing on their faces.
"Big Brother."
The short, sturdy cultivator who had been following the