Just as Qin Ping picked up his chopsticks after seeing Naruto and Han Li begin eating, the oldest cultivator at the other table, a dark-faced old man, stopped drinking.
He suddenly cast an invisible soundproof barrier around his companions before speaking.
"Everyone, eat something. Since our lives are already in someone else's hands, we Five Friends of Meng Mountain can only take things one step at a time! Whatever else happens, at least our souls haven't been utterly destroyed. That already makes us luckier than the others."
Although the soundproof barrier was in place and the dark-faced old man spoke quietly, Naruto and Han Li heard every word clearly.
A soundproof magic art cast by a qi refining stage cultivator was practically nonexistent to the divine sense of someone at the foundation establishment stage.
Still, the old man's words told Naruto and Han Li that there might be something worth hearing. They could secretly learn a few things.
Perhaps the dark-faced old man's persuasion had worked, for the two women finally ate a few mouthfuls in silence.
But judging by their distracted expressions, the food probably tasted like nothing to them.
"Eldest Brother, are we really going to let them push us around from now on? If all else fails, we could secretly tell the Seven Great Sects. Surely they could deal with these people!"
After gulping down two mouthfuls of strong liquor, the man in blue spoke with a fierce look on his face.
"Ah, Fourth Brother! How could it be that simple?"
The dark-faced old man gently shook his head, his face full of helplessness.
At his words, the youngest among them, a woman in white, could not help speaking up.
"Wouldn't the Seven Great Sects want to wipe out these villains? At least several hundred of our