Outside the camp.
"Hehe, many thanks, everyone." Chen Xun cupped his fists amiably and gave them all a careful look, making the cultivators' skin crawl. They all felt as though he had seen straight through them.
"Brother Xun, at least these cultivators have good judgment!"
Little Crimson let out a low growl, stepped out of the prison cart, and ran straight over, sticking its head into the tent's pocket realm.
"Insolence!!"
"Bastard—"
"Outrageous?!!"
Rumble...
Chen Xun's smile had not yet faded before it quickly solidified on his face, because they were thrown back into the prison cart again.
A cultivator looked at them coldly. "You are likely not cultivators of the Great Azure Immortal Territory. The Immortal Devil Gate is an important place. Why not first draw a prison around yourselves and properly learn the rules?"
In truth, most of the cultivators already had guesses about Chen Xun and the others' identities.
Living beings with black hair were not a race possessing such traits in the Great Azure Immortal Territory. The immortals merely sought stability and did not dare act rashly against them. Imprisoning them was therefore best—they could see whether any powerful figures stood behind them and would come to receive them.
"Little friend, you have sharp eyes." Chen Xun smiled, looking around openly. "Then choose somewhere spacious. We are good people and naturally will not break the rules here."
"Of course."
The cultivator saluted. This man carried himself extraordinarily and was no creature meant to remain in a pond. He did not dare offend him too deeply; everything was the will of those above.
The prison cart set sail.
"Roar~ Brother Ox, I only wanted to take a look. I didn't expect them to target me." Little Crimson kept explaining itself to Big Black Ox, only to