Two days later.
Tens of miles from the Southern Region border, a group of cultivators was flying at dazzling speed.
Their robes danced happily in the wind. Their faces were filled with confidence and arrogance.
As they drew nearer to the Southern Region, their speed slowed, and the group could not help but exchange light banter among themselves.
"Elder Hui, what do you think is going on in the Southern Region?" a middle-aged man in his mid-fifties asked.
"Do you need to ask? Those bastards must be enjoying themselves and forgetting about the grand plan," Elder Hui replied with a touch of annoyance.
"Elder Hui is right. We all know how delicious those tender mortals are," another man responded with a deep chuckle.
Hahaha.
The group laughed, each wearing a look of longing. With almost half of the continent falling into their hands, any one of them could satisfy their vile thoughts.
