He looked up slightly to observe the approaching group.
Zhang Yushan had his eyes slightly closed, once again closing his eyes to conserve his energy.
"Stop, what are you doing?" Yang Jin, on the other hand, took a step forward, staring directly at the group, and barked the question.
As disciples of the Ten Thousand Sword Sect, descending to a city below, they were esteemed and regarded as immortals by ordinary folk.
Their thunderous shouts upon arrival had already made their purpose clear.
They wanted boys and girls under sixteen to gather so they could assess their talents and bestow upon them the chance for Immortal Cultivation.
But now, the band of people approaching them were not only too old, but their physical condition was also terribly weak.
Such people were ignoring their commands and approaching them; it was a clear provocation...
