After Su Jie returned from the restroom, he noticed several dismembered corpses scattered across the floor, along with firearm parts.
"Having fun?"
Su Jie raised his right hand, and Primordial Soul Power swept over like water.
All the corpses and firearm parts on the floor, including the bloodstains, floated up and were drawn into the Storage Bag to avoid dirtying the cinema.
"They don't even qualify as Cultivators, so how dare they make a move?"
Han Ruyan didn't react much; she simply didn't understand why a few ordinary people had attacked her.
Are the humans of this Pocket World all so unafraid of death?
"Here, there is no concept of Cultivators. Humans rely on external things to fight."
Su Jie chuckled softly, starting to enlighten Han Ruyan.
"Is it because of Spiritual Energy?"
"That's right, because there is no Spiritual Energy here, they are all ordinary people."
"Too weak."
Han Ruyan found it very hard to understand how such a world could even survive.