The two factions burst into jeering laughter, the sound sharp and ugly, like stones rattling down sheet metal.
"Earthly Immortal Realm Level Five? Please, you should borrow a mirror before you boast. We found the spring first. Why would we ever hand it over to you?" the teal-robed cultivator cackled, clutching his belly until he nearly doubled over.
The burly man in black spat at the ground. "You're tired of living, aren't you? I'll pound you back into the womb with one swing."
He lifted a fist the size of a boulder, letting the threat hang in the air.
Beside Jared, Flaxseed's fingers darted toward the talismans hidden in his robe, but Jared raised one calm hand, halting him. No flicker of emotion crossed his face, the scene unfolded exactly as he had foreseen.
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