If it were an ordinary person saying this, it could be dismissed.
But cultivators have a clear mind and intense intuition, and many methods to discern the truth of others' words.
If one were to scrutinize closely, the truth could be discerned.
Yet, the intention of the Trench Patrol Guest seemed not to delve deeper but rather to crudely define the matter.
"Alright, that's it. I'm on a tight schedule, don't bring me such trivial matters next time," the Trench Patrol Guest said coldly.
"As you command, my lord." Even after being casually reprimanded by the Trench Patrol Guest, the seductive male cultivator smiled.
He glanced provocatively at Lou Yi with a smug look.
Seeing this, Lin Xuan, Ding Shiniang, and the others looked sullen.
Whether by the rule of whoever sets the array first or by the principle of first-come-first-served, this lair should belong to them.
The Trench Patrol Guest's decision was undeniably biased, even blatantly so, with absolute impunity.
