This meant that there was a high probability of blood mist existing within the spatial rift.
And wherever there was blood mist, that was Jiang Yun's home turf! Watching Jiang Yun walk step by step toward the spatial rift, quite a few onlookers among the surrounding cultivators wore hesitant expressions on their faces.
They were not only coveting the rewards promised by Xing Yi before he fled for killing Jiang Yun, but also the fine treasures belonging to Wei Hua that Jiang Yun had produced.
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