Golden Crow Returns to the Fold
Because they were all rare, powerful experts, traveling together would have drawn too much attention. So after enjoying a feast, they agreed to go their separate ways and meet at Sword Pool a month later.
Bi Fan could take it easy this time. A great battle lay ahead, and he didn't want to invite trouble, so he rode Jin Shanshan at a leisurely pace toward Sword Pool.
With Jin Shanshan's impressive appearance, few cultivators would dare pick a fight.
After a month of buildup, word of the Sword Pool ruins had indeed spread. Countless cultivators had now rushed in from all directions, their faces brimming with excitement or twisted with ferocity as they gathered near the ruins.
"Big brother, let's make a deal. When the fighting starts, pretend I'm not here. Even if I get beaten to death, I can't let the Demon Race find out."
Jin Shanshan had shrunk to the size of a fist and was hiding in Bi Fan's pocket. Seeing how many cultivators had gathered to fight for their fortune because he had revealed the location of Sword Pool, he sent a weak voice transmission.
"Fine. Just stay hidden and behave. You deserve the credit for bringing about this grand spectacle."
Hearing Jin Shanshan's words, Bi Fan understood his predicament and agreed to his request.
"Haha, of course! Big brother, I want half the spoils..."
"I won't forget you."
While Bi Fan and Jin Shanshan were exchanging words in secret, the Demon Race members guarding the Sword Pool ruins were looking grim.
They had all realized that there must be a traitor among them. Otherwise, so many powerful human cultivators wouldn't have gathered here to compete for the ruins.
Why had the elders who came to claim their fortune