Once Su Jiu had fully recovered, she, Chu Luohen, and Qi Song were the first to step into the darkness beyond the door.
After all, as far as she was concerned, entering this place was only a matter of time. There was no avoiding it; they had to give it a try.
As for what the people outside thought, that had never entered into her considerations.
Still, some people followed them in. Su Jiu had proven so reliable throughout their journey that quite a few had developed a basic trust in her.
The first to follow were, as before, the sects and aristocratic clans that had interacted with Su Jiu: the Azure Tide Sect, the Fang Family, the Zhang Family, the Spirit Curse Sect, and Medicine King Valley.
For them, there seemed to be no better way out now than following Su Jiu.
Next came the Red-Clad Young Woman who had fought the middle-aged male cultivator with the unbridled tongue.
Before stepping through the door, she glanced at the good-for-nothing family head, who was still tending to his injuries. Given how thick-skinned this aristocratic clan was, she reckoned they would sneak in after everyone else had entered.
Perhaps the Red-Clad Young Woman had stared too openly, for the middle-aged male cultivator noticed in the end. He opened his eyes and glanced at her, only to meet a mocking gaze.
The girl gave a derisive snort, turned, and left. The middle-aged male cultivator, meanwhile, was so furious that his meridians, which had only just begun to heal, split open again.
In the cultivation world, female cultivators with high cultivation levels were indeed far fewer than male cultivators. Most women placed great weight on their feelings, so a large proportion found themselves stalled at the hurdle of love.
Yet that was no