"Comparing people really can infuriate someone to death."
"Watch your mouth! That is a Purple Mansion Realm senior! Do you want to die?"
An experienced cultivator hurriedly pulled over his drunken friend.
"Senior, you are magnanimous. He merely has a foul mouth. This humble one apologizes to you."
Only after the white-robed youth departed with carefree grace did the seasoned cultivator wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.
He did not believe the other party had failed to hear them. It was only possible that the other party was broad-minded. If insignificant Rogue Cultivators like them truly offended him and were killed, they could only count themselves unlucky.
After all, he had personally witnessed a Foundation Establishment, First Layer cultivator like himself speak out of turn and be crushed, body and soul alike, without even the slightest ability to resist, by a Heavenly Prodigy of a Purple Mansion immortal sect.
At the time, he had sat at the very last table of the banquet, cold sweat breaking out in wave after wave. Yet he had not even dared to raise his sleeve to wipe it away.
Throughout the entire banquet, he had eaten without appetite and sat with a chill creeping down his back.
After that incident, he had thoroughly understood that those earth-shaking rumors of Foundation Establishment cultivators killing Purple Mansion Realm cultivators across realms had excited many of his disciples beyond measure when they heard them. Yet he had not felt the slightest urge to try it himself.
When cultivators lived long enough, they feared death too.
The man who had spoken out of turn sobered up at once. Slapping his own mouth, he said with a face full of lingering fear and regret, "This mouth of mine!"
The other cultivators eating dishes in the inn each showed