More than two hundred figures had gathered around the two peaks, and people were still being drawn over by the phenomenon here. Once they arrived and looked around, they quickly understood the situation and quietly stood to one side.
The scene appeared peaceful, but undercurrents surged beneath it. Gazes crisscrossed in every direction, and no one knew what schemes the others harbored.
Yet everyone maintained an unspoken understanding: before the Treasure Gourd ripened and fell, no one would lightly start a conflict.
Once someone fought in such a setting, it would likely become a battle between snipe and clam while the fisherman reaped the benefit. None of those who had come were fools, so naturally, none would do something so stupid.
Most had arrived in groups, but no team had more than three people. This was perfectly normal. Just as Zhao Yunliu had told Yu Yaorao earlier, once too many people joined together, any gains would be difficult to divide. Thus, a three-person team was the best arrangement: enough to ensure the team's combat strength while still guaranteeing each person a proper share.
Even those who had come alone began seeking opportunities to connect with others and form temporary teams.
It did not matter if they had never met before or did not know one another. So long as they both wished to join forces, they could temporarily cooperate. It did not even matter if they were not of the same race.
Of course, such alliances were loose and came with no guarantees. Whether they could truly work together wholeheartedly when facing enemies was anyone's guess.
Many lone cultivators found temporary companions here.
Only Lu Ye stood alone, ignored by all. His Divine Sea Tier Eight cultivation was far too conspicuous. Anyone with even a little sense would not come