"Got it, Brother Ruthless!"
"Don't worry, Brother Ruthless, we'll definitely follow behind and won't cause any trouble for you!"
"Yeah..."
The cultivators happily ran to the back of the truck, not minding the pungent, sickening scent of blood, and greeted the people in the truck with broad smiles.
The people on the truck felt a bit awkward, not understanding why they were being treated like big shots.
Cultivators with deeper cultivation levels scoffed: "Jumping clowns, just seeking attention."
"No matter how much trash there is, it's still just a pile of trash. What use is gathering together?"
Qin Lan smiled slightly, flicked the silk brocade in her hand, and rose into the air: "Ladies and gentlemen, Qin Lan will be heading out first."
"Immortal, take care on your journey."
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