Chapter 377

Michael smiled as he explained, "Ms. Locke, please don't take our attitude as strange. The world of mystic arts has faced numerous incidents in recent years and has been struggling immensely. We're genuinely concerned that someone might use the name of cultivators to disrupt our reputation." Michael was the youngest among this group of cultivators, aside from Madison. In his 30s, he wore a simple blue cotton and linen robe. "I wonder which faction you belong to, Ms. Locke, and who's your master?" This question made the other cultivators at the back perk up their ears. Madison replied, "I have no faction and no master." Michael responded, "It's understandable if you prefer not to elaborate." Madison was speechless. She truly had none of them. "Here we are!" A surprised exclamation came from the front. Though it was an exclamation, the voice was quite soft yet carried a sense of fear. The gentle stream occasionally crashed against the stones, splashing waves. The bright moon i