Qin Sang glanced at Wandering Man, noticing that he stood with several fellow disciples from the Taiyi Core Sect. Their gazes met briefly, and they exchanged polite nods without speaking further. Both focused their attention on Che Yutao, uncertain about the tasks the Golden Core cultivators would assign to them.0

After witnessing the earlier scene, everyone’s expressions grew heavy with unease. Even the smile on Mu Yifeng’s face had long disappeared, as he realized this mission might not be as promising as it first seemed.0

Four Golden Core cultivators working together had been unable to overcome the black hole. Worse, they had been forced to retreat when the dark light counterattacked. If such a formidable barrier existed just outside the ancient cultivator’s mansion, how much more dangerous would it be inside?0

Some had...0