"Spirit items are limited. If we can eliminate a few people ahead of time, why not?" Four groups had arrived before and after them, and Niu Qin had already shown his intention to join forces. The white-robed middle-aged woman did not seem opposed to his proposal.
"So many people have arrived, which proves that each of them must have some means to have made it here. This secret realm appeared so suddenly, and no one knows how many cultivation worlds it connects to. The cultivators who have come here are from all over, and we have no idea how strong they are, much less how many there are. Even if you can drive us away or kill us now, who can guarantee that more people won't arrive later?"
Lu Xiaotian smiled faintly, entirely unafraid of the proposal made by Niu Qin and the white-robed middle-aged woman.
"This fellow Daoist speaks reasonably. There are too many people entering the secret realm. Even if we can kill the people before us, how could we possibly kill all those who come later?" The ghost-faced black-robed man's voice was as gruff and grating as a shattered clay pot.
Lu Xiaotian's heart tightened. When he had returned to Blood Gourd Island back then, he had already sensed that the two pottery figures harbored some scheme. However, since it had nothing to do with him, he had been too lazy to meddle. He had only wanted to return to Wangyue and had no intention of asking further questions.
Yet, judging from the voices of both sides, Lu Xiaotian could almost conclude that this ghost-faced black-robed man was almost certainly connected to the two pottery figures on Blood Gourd Island.
Then he recalled how, during the Foundation Establishment Realm, he had been injured by Di Kun's ice-blue