C909 Ancient Saint

Lin Chang'an acted as though the cries for help didn't reach him, his gaze icy as he glanced their way.

Ignorance, often the very thing that spells doom for cultivators.

"Unfathomable ignorance!"

Chen Xiaopang spoke up, his voice detached, eyes tinged with an indifferent chill.

Lin Chang'an watched them impaled, their fates hanging by a thread in that fleeting moment—alive or dead