After a dozen breaths, the middle-aged man in linen and the other four felt no one in the deep pit below, exchanging smiles.
"Old Chai Tou, that kid doesn't have much ability after all."
"That's right, no matter how strange he is, with the combined strength of us five brothers, even a Divine Transformation Realm cultivator wouldn't dare to face us head-on. This tiny Nascent Soul Realm cultivator is just seeking death."
The few of them flattered each other.
After dozens more breaths, a cough came from the deep pit on the ground.
"Cough, cough, cough, I say, sirs, I'm not dead yet. You shouldn't get so overconfident."
Hearing this voice, the few people who were originally chatting and laughing froze, then turned around in disbelief.
"Y-you, how are you not dead? Are you a human or a ghost?"
