The old Daoist suddenly gave a look of disdain and smiled. "This poor Daoist isn't even at Foundation Establishment—what qualifications do I have to encounter the Three Disasters and Nine Calamities? In my eyes, the lives of mere mortals are no different from ants. When I'm in a good mood, I might step over them; when I'm in a bad mood, I'll just stamp them to death."
Everyone felt a chill rise in their hearts.
So in the eyes of cultivators, they were so insignificant—merely ants that could be crushed at will!?
Chapter 91