1358. Bait

Noah couldn't understand the intentions of those cultivators by their simple stares. He had just landed on the city in the end. It was only normal for those experts to inspect him.

The defensive robes worn by those experts revealed their status. Most of them belonged to well-known organizations that had deployed them in the Land of the Fallen to fight for the resources that it contained.

Some cultivators didn't appear to belong to any famous force. Noah couldn't understand if they were hiding their status or were simple experts who had flown there in the hope of obtaining something valuable. Still, he didn't care about that.

'They don't need to hide their hatred,' Noah thought when he sensed a series of intense gazes landing on his back.

Those gazes came from cultivators who wore white robes that featured a series of purple designs. Noah couldn't fail to recognize them. They belonged to the Crystal City.