Scammers?
They were actually scammers?
More than seventy people aboard the cloud carriage stared wide-eyed in disbelief, utterly unable to accept the outcome before them.
This was such a rip-off!
It was downright explosive!
Their entire worldview had been smashed to pieces.
What kind of people were these? They had actually impersonated demonic cultivators to run a scam?
Thinking of that man who had righteously rallied them so swiftly against the demonic cultivators, quite a few people could not help but feel their blood boil. As things had unfolded, a considerable number of them had already begun feeling grateful to the person who had stepped forward. If not for him, they would surely have "encountered" an unimaginable crisis, and everyone would have fallen into danger.
The demonic cultivators of the Nine Abysses were infamous throughout all Nine Provinces. People would rather face a horde of vicious beasts than run into them.
And yet, that man was actually a scammer?
Thinking of the gratitude they had felt toward him, the group suddenly felt as if they had been slapped squarely across the face while standing there. Their faces turned green.
Detestable!
As cultivators—and independent cultivators at that—they were naturally no harmless lambs. If the situation truly had been beyond their control and things had gone badly, then a loss was a loss. But being scammed? This was something even an uncle could endure, but an aunt absolutely could not!
Everyone here was only unfamiliar with the place. If this had been their own turf, they would have been the grandfathers of such tricks.
A lifetime of hunting geese, only to have one peck their eyes out!
For a time, the more everyone understood, the angrier they became; the angrier they became, the more they thought about it.
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