Golden Core cultivators were no fools. After the short man shouted those words, who could fail to see why he had done it?
Yet he had never expected to lose his life instead of stealing the alpha wolf.
Mo Qi cast a mocking glance at the corpse before continuing to fight.
The others who had harbored little schemes of their own abandoned them entirely.
The young woman before them might have been only in her twenties, but she was neither gentle nor softhearted.
Su Jiu did not consider herself a bad person, but she was no saint overflowing with compassion, either.
One had selfishly gathered herbs without regard for anyone else's safety; the other had greedily tried to steal the fruits of someone else's battle. She saw nothing wrong with what she had done.
They were Golden Core cultivators already. They ought to take responsibility for their actions.
Besides, they had walked all over her. Why should she not strike back? As for what happened to them afterward, what did that have to do with her?
Throughout the fighting that followed, almost no human voices could be heard, only the Demon Beasts' agonized cries.
A few finished killing their opponents early and helped the others, stealing occasional glances at the young woman who stood out like a lone flower above the rest.
In all fairness, without her here today, they might all have ended up in the wolves' bellies. They were grateful to her.
Yet that gratitude held a trace of complicated feeling. She was younger than them, and her cultivation was lower, but she could already challenge opponents above her stage. Her talent had to be exceptional, and Rogue Cultivators envied such people most of all. Sometimes, that envy even bred other emotions.
Su Jiu had nearly drained the