915 The Cultivation in an Imaginary Ideal World

The invisible oppression brought by these seven people made everyone tremble with fear.

Even the arrogant young masters of the aristocratic families were silent at this moment.

"The Seven Martial Saints... They can be said to be the rulers of this world." Zhuang Teng could not help but mutter in a low voice.

"With them around, it's impossible for us to obtain any benefits."

"So what? Even a Martial Saint can't be too overbearing! If he has the ability, he can just kill us all!"

"Those young masters from the mystic realms haven't arrived yet. When they come, who knows what will happen."

Everyone stared at the big mine that was about to be excavated in front of them. Their faces were filled with worry.

...

On the other end.

When Qin Yu woke up, he was lying on a bamboo bed.

The surrounding environment was extremely unfamiliar to Qin Yu.

Although this room was extremely simple and crude, it was rather clean.