"Wei Prince's Residence?"
As soon as the woman's voice fell, a wave of shocked cries rose from the crowd. It was not that this faction was particularly powerful; in truth, it was merely an insignificant little force in the Fifth-Grade Immortal Realm.
Back when the old residence lord was still alive, it could at least be considered somewhat notable.
But the old residence lord had already died, leaving behind only a junior. Under such circumstances, Wei Prince's Residence had declined greatly. Especially since word had it that Wei Prince's Residence had recently been fighting another faction and was locked in a struggle like fire and water.
And at a time like this, Wei Prince's Residence actually dared to step forward.
This...
This was already completely acting on emotion. If the slightest mistake occurred, the Demon Race would not even need to retaliate—the faction fighting Wei Prince's Residence could seize the opportunity to swallow it whole.
But... it was not over yet!
Very quickly, another hoarse voice rang out from the crowd.
"This old man is merely a Rogue Cultivator and cannot offer much help, but I am willing to lend Badan a hand."
An old man stepped out from the crowd and looked at Badan, who was sitting collapsed on the ground. Smiling, he said, "Old friend Badan, do you still remember me?"
"I remember, I remember."
Badan, sitting on the ground, had slightly reddened eyes as he grinned. "Back then, you said you wanted to be a Rogue Cultivator for your whole life. We haven't met in so many years, yet you really did remain a Rogue Cultivator all your life."
"And me!"
At some unknown moment, hundreds of flying cranes spread their wings and came soaring over from the horizon. Standing atop the leading white crane was a