Once these disciples had taken up positions in the air outside the flying boat, a voice rang out again from high above. "Everyone, fifty thousand Nascent Soul and Golden Core cultivators will be heading to the Lost Land this time. To safely pass through the Wumeng Mountain Range, we will form groups of ten, making five thousand groups in total. In other words, numbers one through ten are one group, eleven through twenty are another. Within each group, number 'one' or 'eleven' will serve as the group leader, and so on. Quickly find your own group and report to your group leader."
Since Xiao Hua's token bore the number 27832, he naturally belonged to the 2,783rd group. Looking around, he had to make quite an effort before locating the Shaque Immortal Alliance disciple holding token number 27831. It was not that the disciple was difficult to find, but that at the command of that voice, thousands of cultivators had risen into the air at once. The entire scene was a chaotic mess, and Xiao Hua's vision was blocked.
Even Xiao Hua had difficulty finding his own group, so the other cultivators fared even worse. Thousands of cultivators drifted about like thousands of blind flies, and only after quite some time did they gradually settle into order.
Just as Xiao Hua flew up before his assigned squad, he saw a Nascent Soul cultivator to his right leisurely flying over with a token in hand. The moment that cultivator saw Xiao Hua, he immediately laughed. "Haha, so it's you! What rotten luck. Where is that curvaceous little bitch beside you? It would have been wonderful if she were here!"
Xiao Hua's gaze swept over him indifferently, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Was this approaching Nascent Soul