Humans are social creatures.
Chen Hai had always engaged in solitary cultivation, and only a handful of people had ever dealt with him.
Although he did not recognize a single person who had already gathered in the valley, all of whom were utterly unfamiliar to him, wandering among the crowd and listening to the various discussions, he felt a peculiar kind of enjoyment.
"Brother, which hall are you from? You look a bit unfamiliar, are you here to participate in the Sect's grand competition?"
A young man, scrawny and frail with constantly darting eyes, carrying a large wooden chest on his back, proactively approached him, trying to cozy up with that remark.
"I am merely an Outer Sect Disciple, I haven't been in the Bloodthirsty Sect for very long, so it's normal that you don't recognize me!" Chen Hai stopped in his tracks, examined the young man before him for a few moments, and responded with a smile.
