Kunpeng's Son felt that, although he stood here with Meng Chuan and the other two,
and although they seemed to be equals, all of them big shots,
the three of them were the real deal. He, Kunpeng's Son, was only a pretender.
He was no different from the Cult Masters lying dead before them...
He always felt out of place among these big shots.
Even the least of those three had been his mother's Weapons in life, a Quasi-Immortal King–level Dharma Artifact.
Then there was the first Chaos Artifact from before the Creation of Heaven, the former Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit of the Immortal Ancient Era, and the mysterious Yuan, whom both the first Chaos Artifact and the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit respected deeply.
There was also the Five-Colored Sparrow, a big shot who had drifted from a very, very distant place and remained in Stone Village.
Rumor had it that Stone Village had once housed another big shot known as the First of the Era, along with his two attendants at the True Ultimate Peak, though no one knew where they had gone.
The Skull, however, remained in Stone Village.
The pressure on a little Cult Master like him was immense.
His cultivation could not even compare to an attendant's.
He was weak, pitiful, and helpless, yet he dared not say a word for fear the real big shots would shun him and look at him strangely.
So there was a weakling like you mixed in among us?
After Meng Chuan and the others had picked out a few things that suited them, Meng Chuan put the treasures away.
None of them took much, only a few unusual items. Even Kunpeng's Son took just a handful more.
Kunpeng's Son might have been a weakling here, but he was outstanding among Cult