It was a well-known fact that Wang Tuoguai and Lu Xiaotian were at odds. The three newly joined Golden Core cultivators exchanged glances and naturally chose to stand by and watch. As newcomers hailing from the same place, they naturally huddled together for warmth. Meanwhile, the existing team did not look particularly harmonious either; their mutual scheming was no less than what the newcomers had displayed before. However, the current situation actually brought a sliver of smug satisfaction to the hearts of the three new arrivals. If this team had been as solid as a monolith, the three of them would have had no choice but to act submissively. Since disputes existed, given their strength, apart from the Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, the rest of these scattered individuals would probably still have to rank below them.
Consequently, while constantly remaining vigilant against potential dangers in the surroundings, this team of cultivators also guarded against one another.
Time passed amidst this seemingly peaceful yet somewhat eerie atmosphere undercurrent.
A month later, at the foot of a massive mountain, the cultivators each stood their ground in a mutual horn-forming formation so they could render aid to one another. The three newly arrived Golden Core cultivators were disciples of a faction called the Thousand Mountains Sect from the Blue Demon Sea. After a month of grinding, they were now temporarily integrated into the team.
About halfway up the mountain, a spring seemed to exist, with crystal-clear spring water constantly gushing from the springhead and cascading down the mountainside, blocking a cave behind it like a fan-shaped water curtain. The mouth of that cave was overgrown with moss and vegetation, and coupled with the ceaselessly pattering spring water, even ordinary cultivators would find it hard to spot. A crowd of people had lingered