Carson Flores's gaze turned a few degrees colder.
They were all waiting for him.
A large group of people formed an arc and closed in, surrounding both Carson Flores and all the disciples of the White Crane Immortal Sect within it.
Behind them was the Heart Valley Barrier they could no longer enter, and ahead were over twenty Human Immortals; the White Cloud Immortal Sect disciples felt a chill in their hearts.
Inside, they had picked a large swath of the Misty Moon Peaches from the orchard, reaping a full harvest, but in a blink of an eye, they found themselves in a desperate situation.
With so many Human Immortals, this overwhelming advantage, plus several with old grudges in the mix, it's feared that this is not just about seizing treasure, but a massacre in the making.
We're finished!
All disciples subconsciously turned their eyes towards Carson Flores, involuntarily seeing him as the reliance of their hearts in this moment.
