"Flesh Mountain?"
"Has that thing revived?"
"What's the big deal with Flesh Mountain? Isn't it just a chunk of flesh? Although it might influence the mind a bit, it surely can't be that serious, right?"
"You bunch of second-generation ancestors live all your life in luxury, how would you know what the outside world is like!"
The words of the two Saint Heirs ignited the emotions of the cultivators present.
Most cultivators had never been to the borderlands, only occasionally practicing in dangerous territories for some time, and even worse, some believed Flesh Mountain to be a harmless product, merely a means to temper one's Primordial Spirit.
That caused discontent among the group of iron-blooded men. A bunch of spoiled second-generation good-for-nothings was bad enough, but now they had the gall to spout nonsense. Flesh Mountain not a big deal? They really wanted to throw these unlucky fools into the borderlands!