"Where had this fellow Daoist come from? He actually dared to snatch food from a tiger's mouth among these Grotto-Heaven cultivators?"
In the distance, Rogue Cultivators stood in twos and threes, gathering in groups to watch. They happened to spot White Crane Boy and noticed Lu Qing's movements.
"Isn't this too reckless? Those Grotto-Heaven disciples aren't people to be trifled with. This time, I'm afraid he..."
Quite a few of the Rogue Cultivators present revealed looks of pity.
Though they were far away, cultivators still possessed keen eyesight.
"That's not right! He, he, he—how did he—?!"
All the cultivators clicked their tongues in shock, staring wide-eyed at the lake that had originally been as still as a mirror.
Suddenly, a stormy wind and waves rose.
The gale was so fierce that the cultivators atop the distant mountains, who had secretly intended to fish in troubled waters, had their concealment and disguise arts disrupted.
Every figure was exposed.
Yet very quickly, they no longer had time to pay attention to those around them.
Instead, they looked over there.
No one knew where that white-robed cultivator had come from.
He merely pressed his palm downward at the center, and the churning wind and waves everywhere gradually formed an enormous black vortex.
The aura of an array Restriction was laid bare beyond doubt.
White Crane Boy flew to one side.
The cultivators of the Lin family and Xu family flashed their eyes. Lu Qing's casual, effortless move seemed simple, but with such a great gap in realm, they could see only one layer of mountains and waters. In their hearts, they thought they could do the same.
Then someone suddenly shouted, "That is a Divine Path treasure! Get him!"
"That's the Divine Path life-extending treasure!" Someone abruptly exposed the truth.
"This is Profound