After all, humanity was far too familiar with this sort of thing.
Every major agreement was made for the purpose of being torn up someday.
It was merely a matter of when it became worthwhile to tear it up.
There were almost no exceptions.
Sure enough, things unfolded exactly as humanity had expected.
At the beginning, those Martial Artists appeared quite obedient.
They brought many large carts loaded with medicinal herbs.
The modern people had also prepared cheap, easily stored foods such as rice, dried meat, ham sausages, and instant noodles.
This had been part of their previous agreement.
The modern side would provide food, while the Martial Artists would provide all kinds of medicinal herbs and formulas.
That way, both sides could get what they needed.
Then there would be no need for anyone to rob the other.
The modern people had thought it through well. As long as the other side saw the benefits of trade, it would surely influence their decision-makers.
However, although the modern people had planned well, they had forgotten humanity's nature: unless they were beaten until their heads bled, they would never trade with others as equals.
They simply refused to learn their lesson no matter what.
If they could rob others at a low cost, they would rather die than trade.
That was precisely how the Martial Artists were now.
Although they had suffered some losses last time.
They believed they were merely minions, and that their true big shots had yet to act.
This time, the Cultivators who had accompanied the Martial Artists merely used a secret movement technique to conceal themselves, then followed the Martial Artists through the Light Gate.
However, the moment they entered, they felt the spiritual energy in their bodies rapidly draining away.
They had no choice but