The portly middle-aged man looked at the young master of his own family next to him, listening to how he had described murder and robbery so righteously.
His heart was speechless indeed.
However, he certainly understood the temperament of his own young master.
Naturally, he would not try to persuade him otherwise.
Moreover, he also felt that there was some logic in what his young master said; on this deserted island, the chances of encountering a powerful figure were simply too low.
Most likely, it was just a Loose Cultivator with good luck.
Such a Loose Cultivator really posed no threat to them.
This is the cruel world of Cultivation; those without power, once they possess treasures beyond their control, are on the path to death.
From this perspective, the road of cultivation for a Loose Cultivator in this world is indeed very hard.
