"Don't push!!"
"Get the hell out of my way!"
"Anyone who blocks me dies!"
Boom!!
Through the raging wind, one or two tiny figures could vaguely be seen being swept away.
The tiny opening ahead was already packed with people.
Yet more kept surging inside.
Some even shouted in an incomprehensible dialect as they ruthlessly killed others.
Then they seized the chance to squeeze inside...
Outside the city, a man riding an ox, with a little cat in tow, had just left the gates.
He was making his way over at an unhurried pace.
There was no fear of failing to find the place, since people were heading that way in wave after wave.
Most wore clothes made of animal hides, forming a sea of snowy white.
The scene gave Li Ping'an the feeling of watching a blockbuster movie.
"Fellow Daoist!!"
Someone called out behind him.
Li Ping'an turned his head. It was Gao Ming, the cultivator who had mooched a meal earlier.
Standing on a sword, Gao Ming looked at Li Ping'an in surprise.
"Fellow Daoist! If you don't hurry, there'll be nothing left to grab!"
"No hurry, no hurry," Li Ping'an said with a smile.
Then he offered another word of advice.
"Fellow Daoist Gao, your cultivation isn't very deep. If you rush inside in a swarm like everyone else,
I'm afraid you'll find it hard to gain anything. Better to lie low and wait for an opportunity."
Gao Ming said without hesitation, "Thank you, fellow Daoist, but this is my last chance. If I don't give it a shot, it's all over. Farewell!"
With that, he flew away on his sword.
Since that was the case, Li Ping'an did not try to stop him again.
Living to seek the Dao, dying for the Dao.
Old Ox looked