The bronze door trembled.
The gray-white mist churned. From behind the door, a booming sound echoed.
'Have they made their move?'
A gleam flashed in Su Ye's eyes.
He immediately realized that Lu Chen and the other real-world cultivators were trying to kill the lord.
"Hm, they didn't notify me beforehand. Tsk, tsk... looks like they don't quite trust me..." Su Ye murmured, but his expression remained calm.
This was perfectly normal.
Putting himself in their shoes, he would also find it difficult to fully trust an entity that never revealed its form and only communicated in a strange, disembodied manner.
After all, there was no shortage of malevolent, intelligent beings within the ruins.
With several hundred years of life and rich adventuring experience, Lu Chen was no Qin Wuyou—a novice who, despite his high cultivation realm, had spent his years in seclusion and lacked practical experience.
'But...'
'Since they've made their move...'
Su Ye muttered to himself.
