The one who spoke was an old man past fifty, a smoking pipe hanging from his hand.
He was also the first to speak when Zhang Qingyuan appeared.
The moment those words fell,
The atmosphere at the scene changed at once.
A thread of tension had been added to the originally deadlocked atmosphere.
None of the people confronting one another were fools; they all understood this principle.
Since this young man had suddenly appeared, it meant that if they dragged things out any longer, others might arrive as well.
And the few of them
Were only around the True Essence Sixth or Seventh Layer. Among the cultivators drawn here by the changes in the Yuantian Realm, they were not particularly formidable.
Not to mention the prominent figures on the Wind and Cloud Ranking,
Even the arrival of any random True Essence Seventh or True Essence Eighth Layer cultivator
Would have a tremendous impact on the situation here!
If this continued,
It was no solution!
Seeing that the others were wavering, the Old Man spoke again.
"Rather than remain locked in confrontation until someone else plucks the peach, why don't we each take a step back and divide the Ten Thousand Year Spirit Milk here? Those who see it get a share—how about that?"
"Fine, I have no objections. But this newly arrived kid isn't qualified to join our division, is he?"
On the other side,
The Scarred Burly Man wore a savage grin, looking maliciously at Zhang Qingyuan, who had suddenly appeared in the middle, as though he were a lamb awaiting slaughter.
Concealed killing intent swept across his neck, sending a chill through Zhang Qingyuan's nape.
"Of course. We've been deadlocked here for over an hour and wasted so much time. This kid has only just arrived, yet he