Li Shan was kicked hard enough to spill blood from the corner of his mouth, but he had scrambled and scraped through the years. Skill aside, his ability to slip through tight spots was exceptionally strong, so he didn't even stand up and instead launched into a howling injustice: "In the spice specialty section, independent customers are already rare to begin with. He was already the fattest one among them!"
"Is he a sheep? He has Core Formation stage cultivation, and just moved into the True Cultivator Circle yesterday. He has the strength to vie for the top hundred in the Northern Wastelands, so you wouldn't even fear chipping your teeth if you tried to bite into him!"
Calling it the top hundred was actually a stretch, seeing as the Northern Wastelands alone had well over five hundred Core Formation stage cultivators. It was just that most of these people were stuck right before the Form Stabilization Pass, finding it hard to advance even an inch and wasting away their years, their cultivation effectively much the same when spoken of. On the other hand, there were only some thirty or fifty Void Stepping cultivators, creating a massive gap in tiers.
Originally, this was entirely correct, but too much scolding naturally stirred up a rebellious streak in people. Li Shan muttered under his breath, "So what if he's in the True Cultivator Circle? It's not like just one or two people have died there."
Zhao Zhu grew angry and was about to curse him out again, when someone chuckled and said, "That's right, the people in the True Cultivator Circle aren't anything special either."
Amidst the laughter, a person pushed open the door. Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Zhu was terribly startled, not daring to show even a shred of anger,