"Our young master Nie Yun is also forming a team. Is anyone willing to join us?"
Since Nie Yun had spoken, Clan Head Wen Tao could only steel himself and step forward.
He did not conceal himself, releasing the aura of the Perfected Emperor Realm from his body, faintly carrying an intense pressure.
"A Perfected Emperor Realm expert!"
"He calls him Young Master, so he must be a prodigy from some great family. Following him should be much safer!"
"Exactly. Descendants of great families have plenty of life-saving methods. Teaming up with them should be a good choice!"
Hearing Clan Head Wen Tao's words, everyone was stunned for a moment before breaking into discussion.
Whom they teamed up with to enter the Sword Spirit Tower concerned their very lives. They could not afford to be careless.
"Descendants of great families do have plenty of life-saving methods, but... those methods are for saving their own lives. I've never heard of them saving anyone else's... Besides, I hear that descendants of great families have always looked down on independent cultivators. If independent cultivators join them, who knows whether they'll be thrown out as bait..."
Before the discussions had ended, a strangely mocking voice rang out.
Following the voice, they saw that the speaker was Zi Chong, whose arm had been cut off earlier.
His severed arm had now been reattached. As he spoke, he cast a sidelong glance over, the corners of his mouth curling upward. It was obvious that he wanted to sabotage Nie Yun's efforts to recruit teammates.
"This..."
"That makes a lot of sense. It's no secret that family disciples look down on independent cultivators. At most, they can guarantee their own survival. Why would they care about us?"
"That's true. I'd better join Lord Pei Yang instead...