The Divine River Crossed Its Tribulation

At that, Wang Xian turned around.

He looked at the group slowly approaching in the distance, thought for a moment, then asked the white-robed young man at the front, "Who are you? Where are you from?"

In an instant, Wang Xian jumped in fright.

The last time he came here with his master, where had he seen a single living person?

It was like seeing a ghost!

The white-robed young man paused, then replied casually, "We're from the Great Snow Mountain in Yutaluo Continent. I'm Lu Wuye of the Seven Treasures Ancient Sect."

"This is my martial uncle, Lu Tianfeng, and this is my senior sister, Fairy Meng... Kid, which ancient sect or great clan are you from?"

Lu Wuye glanced at Wang Xian, then lost all interest in him.

A piece of trash at the Qi Refining Realm had actually managed to reach this mysterious place. In his eyes, it was truly a blight on the scenery.

Wang Xian hadn't expected the other man to actually name his sect.

Even less had he expected this guy to come from the legendary Great Snow Mountain.

He had wanted to ask a few questions, but when he saw a trace of disdain in the other man's eyes, he immediately tensed.

He'd been looked down on.

After a moment's thought, he could only reply, "I'm from the Dragon Clan. I just came here to see the excitement..."

His eyes shifted. Since Dragon Valley had thrown him under the bus, they couldn't blame him for continuing to drag them through the mud.

"Dragon Valley?"

The woman in a plain-colored long dress, who bore some resemblance to Long Qingmei, furrowed her brows at his words.

Unable to resist asking, she said, "Why would Dragon Valley send a piece of trash like you? Did you