From afar, faint hints of spiritual resonance churned in the sky, and soon, a large group of black dots appeared in the sight of everyone.
Upon closer inspection, there were more than fifty cultivators slowly approaching, their speed not fast, but filled with a sense of oppression.
Yan Ziyi was straightforward and charming by nature, feeling uneasy while speaking with her older brother Yin and sister. Therefore, she struck up a conversation with a local loose cultivator nearby. With her beauty and sweet talk, most cultivators wouldn't decline the attention of such a female cultivator.
"This fellow cultivator, we come from afar to tour and sightsee, yet we never expected to encounter such a situation.
Is such large-scale strife frequent in the Lizhi Sea?"
The cultivator chuckled, "My dear lady, you are overthinking it. If such conflicts occurred frequently, the Lizhi Sea would become a dead sea in just a few years, empty of people.
