A month later, a flash of white light swept through the area, and Lu Xiaotian appeared alongside several others in the teleportation array of an ancient city.
"Coming through this teleportation array was truly unbearable. I'm almost at the Golden Core Middle Stage, yet I was still left dizzy and disoriented. Spending Spirit Stones to buy suffering—what a waste." A somewhat thin old man named Bao Luan trembled as he staggered out of the teleportation array.
"It only means your cultivation is low and your divine sense is lacking." Another old man with crimson brows and a round face, Chi Yunsang, was a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator with astonishing strength. Looking perfectly composed, he flicked his sleeves and walked out.
"Of course. Fellow Daoist Crimson Brow is a renowned Golden Core Late Stage cultivator among the Seven Islands of Cangjian. I have not even reached the middle stage, so how could I dare compare myself with Fellow Daoist Crimson Brow?" Hearing Chi Yunsang's mockery, Bao Luan did not grow angry in the slightest. Instead, his tone carried a trace of ingratiation.
"No backbone." Zhu Chang, a tall young man with a cold and haughty expression, added his own remark as he departed with steady steps. Yet the faint pallor on his face clearly showed that he was far less composed inside than he appeared.
Bao Luan did not dare offend Zhu Chang either, a Golden Core Middle Stage cultivator, and simply pretended not to hear. In the teleportation array, Cheng Qian, a solidly built young man who had only recently formed his Golden Core, had already collapsed limply to the ground. Not long after the array activated, he had fainted amid the spinning heavens and turning earth. Only when the teleportation array stopped did he slowly awaken, but his