"Such a person is born a genius; we ordinary people can't compare," Jia Li said to Mo Lin again, slowly.
Although Mo Lin had never crossed paths with Wan Foli, from the expressions of the immortal cultivators around them, one could sense Wan Foli's terror.
Wan Foli's matter was just a small interlude, and Mo Lin's mind wasn't focused on him at all.
"Do you know where the mysterious person with the spirit pill is?" Mo Lin asked Jia Li slowly.
Jia Li glanced at his watch and said slowly to Mo Lin, "He said he'd come at three. It's already two-thirty; he'll be here soon."
Jia Li pointed at the surrounding immortal cultivators and said slowly, "These people are all waiting for that mysterious person."
Mo Lin glanced at the surrounding immortal cultivators, about twenty or so in total.
Some people leaned against the wall, some crouched on the ground, others sat on the steps.
Everyone kept their distance from each other.
