The South Sea was teeming with outstanding disciples from countless immortal families, all gathering here. Their eyes were fixed intently on the colorful immortal light over the sea surface, which had been flickering for a month, yet the Immortal Mansion showed no sign of opening, drawing more and more people here.
"Why have so many Loose Cultivators come here?" Jiang Ruixiao frowned. "Are they here to throw their lives away?"
Chen Nanjin comforted her, "We know, Junior Sister, you mean well to worry about them, but it's better not to say it out loud, lest people say we don't allow Loose Cultivators to vie for opportunities."
"How can ordinary people obtain the Immortal Mansion? Every one of us dares to come, only by holding precious treasures." Jiang Ruixiao sighed heavily, "Fine, I'll listen to Senior. I won't speak out. But I've made some talismans recently in my leisure time, I'll sell them to them at a low price, hoping to give them a glimmer of hope."
