The elderly cultivator beside him wore a mocking expression. "Old Liu really must be tired of living. He actually dared to let word get out.
"Now that the news has spread, the moment he shows his face, he could be besieged.
"Something that even top Great Powers covet is not so easily sold.
"Even if he sells it, carrying around a heap of treasures would be like a child clutching gold in the marketplace.
"He has good things but lacks the ability to protect them. He is nothing more than prey waiting to be robbed."
The handsome young man smiled. "You know Old Liu better than anyone. He has always feared neither Heaven nor Earth.
"Finding Soul Melting Grass this time is a great opportunity for him.
"If he lives long enough to claim its benefits, it would not be impossible for him to break through and become a Great Power someday."
Wang Daoyuan listened to the group discuss the matter for quite some time and gained some understanding of Old Liu.
This man was a Rogue Cultivator who had spent years roaming around Nine Immortal Islands. Ordinary Rogue Cultivators generally formed groups.
After all, this was Demon Race territory. Although the Demon Race did not dare openly deal with humans active here, there would certainly be no shortage of underhanded methods in the shadows.
A lone wanderer could easily die at the hands of the Demon Race.
Still, Old Liu's methods were indeed quite formidable.
He was a mid-stage Mahayana cultivator, and an old hand at that. It was said that he had broken through to the mid stage of Mahayana more than three thousand years ago.
People like him were generally stuck at the bottleneck before becoming a Great Power.
Given a single opportunity, they could break through