BOOM!
The battle between Foundation Establishment Cultivators was terrifying. The sound of their clashes was like rolling thunder, and the entire Market seemed to tremble. People could even see pebbles dancing on the ground, while pools and deep ponds rippled from the vibrations.
Astonished, everyone turned to look into the valley.
Expressions of sheer anxiety were written on their faces.
"What's happening in the valley?"
someone suddenly asked.
A Loose Cultivator turned around and saw that the speaker was a scholarly-looking middle-aged man riding a black tiger, with graying temples. A dozen or so people followed behind him, each with an extraordinary bearing. They were clearly of high status.
"In answer to your question, Senior!"
The Loose Cultivator dared not be disrespectful and quickly cupped his hands.
