"I don't care! It's not worth my consideration!" Jiang Ming chuckled and said casually.
His attitude made those people even more bewildered. They looked at each other and revealed terrified expressions.
"Is he a disciple of a major sect outside the Feather Kingdom?" one of them muttered, his voice trembling.
Even though these grotto-heavens and blessed lands could do whatever they wanted in the Feather Kingdom, the world of immortal cultivation was incomparably vast. As disciples of grotto-heavens and blessed lands, they knew that the cultivation sects outside the Feather Kingdom were the true behemoths.
Compared to those terrifying forces, even the three great grotto-heavens were nothing.
Moreover, their guesses were not without reason. This was because they had already seen the geniuses from outside the Feather Kingdom during this trip to the ruins. They were indeed not people that a small country like the Feather Kingdom could compare to.