Let’s Show Him Later How Polite We Can Be

After passing through the inner gates, Feng Fan and his group entered a vast chamber where nearly a hundred cultivators were scattered throughout the space.

Without exception, every single one of them had reached the peak of the Golden Core Formation realm.

"How did these weaklings make it here alive?" a muscular, bearded man scoffed, eyeing Feng Fan's group with disdain.

"Why does it matter, Hao Chen? Their presence has nothing to do with you," another man replied indifferently. "What's important is that we're almost at the required number to proceed."

Hao Chen shot the speaker, Liu Boqin, a look of contempt. "Hmph. Liu Boqin, you'd do well to keep your mouth shut unless you want me to crush you."

Liu Boqin remained silent, simply closing his eyes as if uninterested in further conversation.