Several Rogue Cultivators discussed in low voices for a moment before someone finally stepped forward first.
He was a middle-aged cultivator clad in a gray robe.
He was at the Third-Move Chessmaster Realm. His aura was not especially robust, but it was steady enough.
He cupped his hands toward Senior Brother Zhang. "Since Fellow Daoist has been so candid, I am willing to lend a hand."
Senior Brother Zhang smiled and nodded. Then a jade bottle flew out and landed in the gray-robed cultivator's palm.
The gray-robed cultivator uncorked it and took a slight sniff, his expression shifting.
They truly were Origin-Restoring Pills.
And their quality was quite good.
With someone taking the lead, the others immediately began to entertain thoughts of their own.
Before long, another three to five Rogue Cultivators stepped out.
"Count me in."
"Since we are all doing this for the human race, we cannot let our fellow Dao Sect cultivators brave the danger alone."
"Indeed. With an opportunity before us, cowering in fear is not the way of cultivators like us."
Their grand words sounded even more polished than before.
Senior Brother Zhang maintained his gentle smile as he handed out pills one by one.
Yet when he turned away, the faint amusement in his eyes faded somewhat.
He looked toward several fellow disciples and transmitted, "Keep your eyes open later. Whoever dares snatch something in the chaos and run, cripple their hands and feet first."
A young disciple's eyes lit up slightly.
"Senior Brother, didn't you say we absolutely must not use our power to bully others?"
Senior Brother Zhang gave him an indifferent glance.
"If they rob first, then it does not count as bullying."
The young disciple nodded in sudden understanding.
"Senior Brother Gao is wise."
Senior Brother Zhang ignored him.
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