The Essence Fire Race was essentially helping them clear the mines. Once the number of Essence Fire Race cultivators dwindled further, they could make their move.
"Hmm? A Yaksha Race cultivator!"
Wang Chuanming let out a soft exclamation, his brows furrowing.
"How many people from the Yaksha Race are there?"
Wang Yibing asked.
"One person. His cultivation is unknown!"
Wang Chuanming answered truthfully, an interested expression appearing on his face.
"An abode!"
Wang Chuanming's expression darkened.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, how do you know what they're saying from so far away?"
Lan Fukong asked in confusion.
"I understand lip-reading."
Wang Chuanming explained. As the master of the Shadow Hall, he not only understood lip-reading but also knew quite a bit about the languages, customs, and culture of the Alien Race. Otherwise, how could he gather intelligence and plant agents?
"They're speaking too quickly. I don't know what they're saying, but they keep mentioning an abode. They should have discovered an Ancient Cultivator Abode."
Wang Chuanming said with certainty.
"Quite a few cultivators died in the Dao Field. Perhaps it's an abode left behind by a predecessor."
Wang Yibing analyzed.
"We'll just continue following them and watch how things unfold."
Wang Chuanming suggested.
The three Wang Yibing nodded, none of them objecting.
Deep in the forest, Yan Yun'er and Ba Mountain were discussing something, their expressions grave.
"An abode of a Great Ascension Cultivator! Are you sure?"
Yan Yun'er asked with a frown.
"It's definitely an abode of a Great Ascension Cultivator. The three of us attacked for half a day, but the Restriction didn't show the slightest sign of loosening. However, there's a Seventh Order Upper-Grade Six-Eyed Sand Spider inside, and it's difficult to deal with. I fled for my life separately from my clansmen, and I don't know how they're