"This old man sees you attacking Great Chun with such ferocity. You seemed rather anxious."
At those words, River Daoist's heart skipped a beat, and he turned to look over.
He immediately cursed inwardly, Old fox.
"What are you saying, Elder Yao?
This junior was merely too curious about the Divine Tree Fruit and could not help making the first move.
Besides, did I not fail to obtain it?"
Though they were clearly equals in cultivation, River Daoist acted obsequiously, plainly deeply wary of this final Mahayana cultivator.
This man was naturally the pillar of Medicine King Valley—Elder Yao.
No one knew his true name, but he was the longest-standing Mahayana Stage cultivator in the Tianhuang Realm.
Even River Daoist's Master had advanced to the Mahayana Stage later than Elder Yao.
Although his cultivation had remained stalled at the middle Mahayana Stage, no one believed that was truly the extent of his strength.
Even Ling Wujian and Ao Qingmei had to greet him courteously and call themselves juniors when they met him.
As for River Daoist's explanation, Elder Yao merely chuckled and did not pursue the matter.
Seeing that no one else spoke, Ling Wujian, as the one who called the shots in the Tianhuang Realm, took over.
"Enough idle talk.
Since everyone has come here, I presume none of you will leave without determining whether this is real or fake.
In that case, Ling will lay down some rules to avoid disputes later on.
Elder Yao, everyone, do you have any other opinions?"
"Hehehe, how could these old bones of mine have any objections? You decide."
Seeing that even Elder Yao had no objections, the others naturally nodded in agreement.
"Good. Since that is the case, then we shall agree on three rules.
Before we find the Divine Tree