"That Valley Master Chen really left? We waited for him for months and even set up a scene like this to receive him, but he just up and left?" the Daoist Nun Fan Sulan asked with a hint of displeasure. She was half-reclining on a chaise lounge draped in Demon Beast fur, enjoying the services of several male consorts.
At her words, the others sneered. He wasn't giving them any face at all.
"Can we even compare? We're just Outer Loose Cultivators, while he's the head of Jinyun Valley. That alone puts him leagues ahead of us," Guang Hui said with a smile, his eyes half-closed as a woman held onto each of his arms. "Not to mention he's a Tier Three Alchemist and the Junior Brother of the Primordial Sect's Sect Leader."
"He achieved Core Formation centuries before us. Who are we to even be compared to him?"
A few of the Golden Core cultivators let out cold laughs.
