Woo...
The piercing wind swept through the valley, its sound sharp and deep, like weeping and lamentation, swirling above the valley, unceasing.
"Lucky for us, all top-quality goods. Disciples of the Linglong Hall, and at the Spiritual Rotation Realm. They should fetch a good price. Our half month of waiting here wasn't in vain."
In the crowd, a hideous man cast a glance at the Linglong Hall disciples, a wicked smile on his face.
This man wore a blue suit of tight-fitting clothes, his hair stood on end, and in his hand, he held a dragon-patterned stick as thick as a forearm. His features were fierce, a scar an inch wide stretched across his upper lip, nearly disfiguring him, and his entire being exuded a savage and violent aura.
Ten Linglong Hall disciples formed a circle. Upon hearing the ugly man's words, their faces looked grim.
"Senior Sister Mei, these people are very strong. What do we do now?"
