Rumble!
Just then, the phantom of the middle-aged man in golden robes waved his hand, and the gate of the Life-Death Pass rumbled shut once more. After that, his figure merged back into the ancient bronze mirror and disappeared in a flash of golden light.
The next time he appeared would be when another batch of cultivators arrived and the gate opened again.
"Kid, hand over the Mansa Flower."
"Treasures of heaven and earth belong to those capable of keeping them. Little fellow, you are only at the 7th level of Mortal Core Realm, so this Mansa Flower is wasted on you. I advise you to give it to me. If you do, I can guarantee your safety."
"Why waste so many words? In my opinion, we should just kill this kid and take the Mansa Flower."
As soon as the phantom of the middle-aged man in golden robes disappeared, the eyes of a dozen cultivators flickered with greed. They exchanged glances, then stepped forward at the same time.
