"Hmm? This is... an open and aboveboard robbery?"
"From the looks of these cultivators, they seemed to have long since grown accustomed to it?"
Su Shi'er's pupils contracted slightly. As he watched from afar, he silently pondered and analyzed the situation.
Having been here for half a year, he had gathered quite a bit of information, but this was still the first time he had encountered such a situation.
What he found even harder to understand was how over a thousand cultivators could be blocked by a mere five people.
Questions aside, before he had fully understood the situation before him, Su Shi'er did nothing rash. He quietly retreated to the very back of the crowd without drawing attention.
His gaze then swept over the surroundings, soon settling on an elderly man not far away, his hair completely gray and his appearance that of a man in his sixties or seventies.
The old man was short and thin, his face full of wrinkled folds like dried tree bark.
He wore a somewhat oversized dark gray robe, and with his body deliberately hunched over, he appeared even smaller.
At first glance, he gave off the impression of someone at death's door, like a setting sun sinking behind the western hills, as though a casual gust of wind could knock him over.
Yet Su Shi'er's eyes were sharp. At a glance, he saw that something was unusual about the old man's expression.
Unlike the other cultivators, whose faces were numb as though they had long resigned themselves to fate, a tenacious glint quietly flowed in the depths of his cloudy eyes.
That gleam was well concealed, but it could not hide his desire to live.
Su Shi'er had no intention of prying into the other man's secrets, but a cultivator like this