Before long, the brawny men who had come to their senses quickly steadied themselves, gathered together, and began whispering among themselves again.
Just then, Hu Yijin's voice rang out once more.
"Trade with Bi Yun Xuan and leave the Hundred Thousand Mines? Do you fellow cultivators truly believe that method can get everyone out safely?"
"What do you mean, Fellow Daoist Hu? Spirit Crystals are hard to come by here, but over the past hundred years, there must have been quite a few cultivators who gathered a hundred Mid-grade Spirit Crystals, traded with Bi Yun Xuan, and left, no?"
The cultivators exchanged glances. One of the burly men hurriedly looked at Hu Yijin and spoke in a low voice.
While they spoke, figures in the canyon began hurrying out one after another.
The canyon formation had been broken. Even if they could not confirm whether the One-Eyed Dragon cultivator was dead or alive, everyone could tell that a tremendous upheaval had occurred.
After the brief panic, quite a few cultivators had already begun seeking other ways out.
Among those leaving were many who intended to trade with Bi Yun Xuan.
"Leave? We have been trapped here, cut off from all news, and know absolutely nothing about the outside world. Bi Yun Xuan's people claim that those cultivators have already left safely. But who knows what the truth really is? None of you are newcomers to the Cultivation World. Can Bi Yun Xuan's words truly be trusted?"
Hu Yijin shrugged. A sharp gleam flickered in his eyes as he spoke with measured calm.
"This..."
The cultivators present immediately showed hesitation. Clearly, Hu Yijin's words had moved them.
Yet before long, someone still asked quietly, "Fellow Daoist Hu, are you saying those cultivators..."
After all, this concerned their own hopes. Giving up