"Will it be alright to leave the youngest one alone?"
When the eleven figures flew down one by one in front of the terrace, one of the Daoists spoke up, still feeling uneasy.
Liu Zongyuan stayed behind not just to accompany Han Yu, but to keep an eye on him.
But judging by Han Yu's displayed abilities, Liu Zongyuan might not be able to stop him.
"No problem, just guard here, I'll be back soon."
The old Daoist turned back to instruct the group, then looked up at the large hall ahead and hurried inside.
At the foot of the mountain, Han Yu was idly bickering with the Artifact Spirit.
"This place reveals unusual vibes everywhere; I fear the secrets won't be small either."
The Artifact Spirit wore a solemn expression, especially after arriving here, as everything seemed different from the outside world, making it feel constantly uneasy about the peculiarity of the place.
"How about we find an opportunity to sneak up?"
