"Hehe! You sluts, it's good that all of you have gathered in a single place!"
Silence fell over…
The woman fell silent, and a chill ran down her spine. Not out of fear, but pity. Anaria glanced down curiously and looked at the surface. There stood a young man with a disgusting smirk on his face; beside him stood another middle-aged man. Who looked greedily at Karma's figure in the distance.
Behind him stood several masked figures, their auras shaking the air around them. With a quick estimate, Xinyi counted about twelve Origin Realm cultivators. Anaria's eye twitched; she turned her head to the side, refusing to acknowledge them at all.
Azaria shook her head, and Seris let out a chuckle.
"Bitch, why don't you come up here and say those words again?" Zira smirked, even raising her middle finger at him with a nasty chuckle.
