"Mm, Master, your words are reasonable. However, as for the specifics, I still need to report to the city lord and discuss it with him before making a decision. Everyone, disperse for now," the white-robed old man said.
The others naturally had no objections and were just about to rise from their seats when a somewhat hurried set of footsteps suddenly reached their ears. "Reporting to the elders: according to the grand formation's monitoring, there are enormous spiritual power fluctuations roughly seven thousand li southwest of the city. It should be two Nascent Soul-level beings fighting. How should we proceed? Elders, please decide..."
Haoshi City's restrictive grand formation had also been passed down from ancient times. Not only was its power unparalleled, it could also roughly monitor the spiritual energy within ten thousand li around the city.
Of course, the farther the distance, the blurrier the results. But although Nascent Soul Realm cultivators could not control the primal energy of heaven and earth, they still possessed the mighty power to overturn mountains and seas. Even from several thousand li away, the reaction was extremely clear.
If it were any ordinary day, they naturally would not meddle in such idle business, but not long ago, a killing and treasure-snatching incident had just occurred in the city...
The one who had acted just so happened to be an old Nascent Soul Realm monster. The cultivator in charge of the grand formation did not dare delay and hurriedly reported the matter to the elders.
"Seven thousand li southwest—isn't that the desolate, uninhabited Gravel Wasteland?" The grand elder stroked his beard, a trace of surprise showing in his eyes.
"Could it be that impostor has been intercepted by someone?" A soft, delicate voice entered their ears, and the red-clothed female cultivator's face was filled