Over twenty cultivators came up empty-handed.
Chen Sansi returned to his room.
He asked, "Do you know what this 'pulse spirit' they mentioned is?"
Ning Xiang gently shook her head, "It sounds related to nature's spiritual energy."
"Nature's spiritual energy..."
Chen Sansi pondered.
From where does spiritual energy come in this world, and what treasures are there, worth so many cultivators coming from the Cultivation World to the mundane world, even risking their lives?
But no matter what, it was probably not something he could meddle in at the moment.
Of all strategies, the best is to retreat.
It was already the middle of the night.
After such a commotion, no one could sleep anymore.
Chen Sansi silently waited until dawn, then led Ning Xiang and the others to the harbor, wanting nothing more than to quickly leave this troubled place.
Over fifty percent of the residents in Nanling Town were fishermen.
