The person in charge of the Crystal Palace is a male cultivator named Sheng Zhenzhe. He is at the late stage of the Golden Core realm and has an average appearance, but he possesses a Heavenly Water Spiritual Root and is born with extraordinary water, making him a force to be reckoned with.
Senior Brother Sheng looked at the few people in Ziwei Heavenly Palace and asked in surprise, "Why are there only so few of you?"
Feng Yinyue said sadly, "We encountered danger. It's my fault. My cultivation is not high enough to save them..."
Her delicate features revealed a hint of pitifulness in her clear and beautiful eyes; her shoulders trembled, and her slender body seemed about to collapse, unable to bear the weight of her sorrow.
Senior Brother Sheng's Adam's apple bobbed, a pang of heartache rising in his heart. He reached out and held her shoulder, whispering, "This isn't your fault, don't blame yourself. I'll help you too."
"Thank you, Senior Brother Sheng, you're so kind..."
While Feng Yinyue was teasing Senior Brother Sheng, the remaining disciples of Ziwei Heavenly Palace did not notice that they had immediately spotted the paralyzed members of the Loose Cultivator City.
Upon landing, they immediately straightened their clothes, raised their heads arrogantly, put their hands behind their backs, and walked over with an overbearing air.
Then he cried out with a face full of sympathy and pity.
"Oh dear, fellow Daoists, how did you get so badly injured? We told you to focus on your cultivation, otherwise how could you have ended up like this? Do you need our help?"
The people from the Loose Cultivator City weakly raised their eyelids and said, "Thank you, fellow Daoist. We're alright."
"No! We just meant well!"
Several disciples from Crystal Palace also gathered around, grinning and joking.
"The foggy sea poses no danger to us, but it might be a different story for you all. We all understand, so there's no need for you to put on a brave face. Let's all be honest, okay?"
The people from the nearby Beast Taming Valley watched coldly, neither stopping them nor mocking them.
The people from the Loose Cultivator City waved their hands repeatedly: "No need, no need, we're just a little tired, we'll be fine after a rest... Once the barrier opens, everyone will need to go in and find the teleportation array, we really don't need everyone's concern, really."
The more they said this, the less the crowd believed them. Their smiles were a mixture of concern and mockery. They pointed at the disciples who were sprawled on the ground, motionless, raised an eyebrow, and chuckled.
"Don't be so formal. We're all cultivators from Zhongzhou, so let's help each other out! The roads in the Misty Sea are hard to find, so you probably didn't find many resources. It won't be easy to explain to your elders when you get out, will it?"
"How about we give you some treasures to save you from being scolded by your elders? How about that? How many Qiankun bags of treasures have you collected? Our sect has collected a full five!"
In front of their elders, these disciples dared not show their meanness or sarcasm.
However, this is a secret place, and the outside world cannot see what is happening inside. Many vicious and acerbic people hidden beneath polite exteriors are slowly coming to the surface.
"Really?"
The cultivator from the scattered cultivation city suddenly had tears in his eyes, grabbed his disciple's hand, and thanked him shyly and sincerely:
"Thank you all for your help. Actually, we haven't collected many supplies; we've only managed to fill twenty Qiankun bags. If you could help us gather thirty bags, we would be extremely grateful!"
Twenty or so bags?!
Everyone's faces turned pale instantly.
"Yes, we were carrying Qiankun bags and got so tired that we collapsed here to rest. We didn't expect everyone to be so kind and willing to help us... Hey, hey, hey, fellow Daoists! Fellow Daoists, why are you leaving? Why are you ignoring us...?"
Ask about the Immortal City.
The leaders and elders of the ten major sects, including the Supreme Immortal Lord, were sitting in the main hall, looking at the Mysterious Mirror of the God of the Square.
Looking at the projected exchange, and listening to the ugly and ridiculous words of their disciples, their old faces turned bright red.
I am so ashamed.
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