The fear emanating from the passengers was palpable, each one trembling in the face of the group's overwhelming aura.
Among the passengers, the majority were young cultivators bound for Lunarius Palace, driven by curiosity and the hope of finding romantic partners among the palace's renowned beauties. However, most of them were relatively weak, with the majority only Second or Third Level Tribulators, lacking the strength to confront such a formidable threat.
Suddenly confronted by such formidable cultivators, the young passengers were naturally gripped by fear.
Dillon, attempting to maintain his composure despite the tension, addressed the group, his voice tinged with a hint of suppressed anger. "My friends, surely you understand the strength of Pathfinder Sect since you had the audacity to get in our airship's way. Do you think you can dismiss us so easily?"
If possible, he wanted to avoid conflict.
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