"Oh no, if Senior Dongfang wins this inheritance, won't he be hunted down by these four Nascent Soul cultivators the moment he leaves the Immortal Tomb?"
Chai Shun's expression suddenly shifted.
If it were just the Nascent Soul cultivators eating meat while the rest of them drank soup, that would be fine. But if not even soup was left for the Nascent Soul cultivators—if a massive chunk of meat fell into someone else's belly—they would certainly not let the matter rest!
Chapter 220