The savory aroma of roasting meat wafted for several miles.
It instantly attracted dozens of people.
Qian Tong whispered into the ears of the few people beside him. After a brief discussion, they began to urge Qin Xuan on again.
"Fine," Qin Xuan said, feigning magnanimity. "We'll move to Ghost Cry Reef. Anyone who wants to come can follow."
"But I'll warn you now. I've been secretly killing too many Demon Race Cultivators these past few days, and the Demon Race has its eyes on me. If any of you are afraid, you don't have to come."
Upon hearing this, the vast majority of Cultivators left one after another, leaving only the initial group.
All Qian Tong could think about was that delicious Green Crab Demon Flesh.
"Fellow Daoist Du, you worry too much," Qian Tong said. "Most of the Demon Cultivators here are only at the Human Dao Foundation Establishment. They're nothing to be afraid of."
