"Great Grandmasters are like dogs, always squatting at the exit," Qin Ming murmured softly to himself, feeling quite touched as a stranger in the Mysterious Realm.
It had been a month, and the Divine Grain, Black Soil, and the enormous mouth on the ground affected thousands of miles of territory, with key points guarded by Great Grandmasters.
It's said that some experts, who were down on their luck, crossed over, only to be stripped clean from head to toe by near-mad Great Grandmasters whose life was nearing its end, left with only a tattered piece of cloth to cover themselves as they fled in disgrace.
Many people were filled with resentment; they had traveled here after the tempest had calmed, merely to gain knowledge, not expecting to be plundered, and some even perished as their paths to Tao were severed.
"Never mind, let's just say it was like being bitten by a rabid dog. I heard even some nobles and core inheritance disciples of the Holy Sect didn't escape unscathed."
