On the crystalline, translucent spaceship, the cultivators from the Xuanxian Continent were exchanging their critiques about everything in this world. They had grown accustomed to being revered by mortals, so their arrogance had seeped into their very bones. They looked down upon the cultivators of the End of Dharma era with utter disdain.
"Silence, all of you! Straighten up your attitudes. We are here to demonstrate goodwill, not to cause trouble. If anyone dares to act recklessly, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Listening to the incessant chatter of the cultivators aboard the spaceship, a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe approached with a stern expression and barked sharply.
