"Please calm down, fellow Daoist."
Traveling far from home, Lin Mo did not want to invite trouble. He turned and cupped his hands slightly toward the scar-faced old Daoist. "I certainly did not mean to obstruct you. Please forgive me, fellow Daoist."
The scar-faced old Daoist gave a low, cold chuckle. He said nothing more and simply stood there, waiting in silence.
Before long.
A pure white pillar of light descended onto the Teleportation Array, and a dozen or so Foundation Establishment cultivators slowly emerged from it before flying away on their swords.
Meanwhile, the twenty-four Foundation Establishment cultivators who had just paid their spirit stones quickly entered the Teleportation Array. The pure white pillar lit up again, and their figures vanished with it.
"Everyone, get ready."
The middle-aged cultivator in dark green Daoist robes swept his gaze over the crowd and spoke again. "Twenty-four people, as before. Teleportation will begin in ten breaths."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
A group of Foundation Establishment cultivators immediately stepped forward, paid their spirit stones, and lined up behind the middle-aged cultivator.
Lin Mo still neither fought nor scrambled for a place. He glanced at the scar-faced old Daoist beside him from the corner of his eye, inwardly frowning despite himself.
The old man had been in such a hurry to teleport earlier, yet now he was perfectly composed, showing no intention of competing for a place.
If Lin Mo's guess was right, the earlier trouble was not over. Even greater trouble was probably waiting for him ahead!
Once, twice, three times...
As time passed, the pillars of teleportation light lit up again and again, steadily sending away the cultivators around them.
During that time, more cultivators arrived on their swords. Lin Mo remained at the back throughout, only walking slowly toward the Teleportation Array