Zheng Yi laughed heartily, "Don't worry, Elder Chen, I've got it under control."
The old man was worried that his youthful bravado would flare up if that guy named Zhao Qing insulted him, leading to a fight.
In the end, no matter who won or lost, it would be him who would suffer.
When the two of them arrived at the village entrance with tools in hand, around twenty people were already waiting there.
The ages ranged from over forty to possibly just seventeen or eighteen.
Yet, whether old or young, all had dark skin and thin bodies.
Moreover, Zheng Yi noticed that every single one of them was a cultivator, without exception.
The more powerful ones were like Elder Chen, with a strength level of about middle-stage Qi Cultivation.
The weakest among them were still genuine cultivators in the Qi Cultivation Stage.
In other words, anyone from here placed in the Great Yu Immortal Dynasty would be considered quite formidable.
