"The hemp rope always snaps at its thinnest point; misfortune always seeks out those already living bitter lives..."
Lu Xuan looked at the gentle and graceful female cultivator, who had completely lost herself and was repeating mechanical motions, and sighed inwardly.
The scene before them struck the several rogue cultivators not far away deeply, leaving their hearts heavy with shared sorrow.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang worked diligently his whole life, cultivating through hardship, all so that one day he could break through to Qi Refining Middle Stage and improve his family's life. Who would have thought he'd end up like this today?"
"Pity the orphan and widow he left behind. How are they supposed to survive in this chaotic world?"
"Don't think too much about that for now. Let's see how this sect senior handles the matter. Whether it's an Evil Spirit causing harm or the Song Family framing someone, in the end, the only ones who'll get hurt are us rogue cultivators."
The few of them discussed in low voices.
Lu Xuan's mind drifted for a moment, as though he saw himself back in Vast Forest Market.
With only a cultivation of Qi Training Stage 2, knowing only simple spells like Fireball Technique and Spirit Rain Technique, he had lived on the outskirts of the market as if treading on thin ice.
For rogue cultivators like that, their ability to withstand risk was practically zero.
Good things like opening up a new Secret Realm or seeking great opportunities would never fall to them, but if the market encountered an invasion by some Demonic Beast or Evil Spirit, the first to bear the brunt would be these weed-like rogue cultivators.
What a pity...
A trace of pity appeared in Lu Xuan's eyes as he looked at the gentle and graceful woman