The Twelve Heavenly Cloud Provinces: A Ruined Stele and a Secretly Crafted Sound Transmission Talisman

Sucked into the Spatial Vortex, the masked female cultivator's eyes filled with utter terror. As a Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivator, of course she knew what this meant.

"Senior Brother, save me!"

Yet the old man turned a blind eye, his face completely wooden. Though he was a great Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, in this situation he was like a clay Bodhisattva fording a river—being able to save himself was already good enough. Rashly trying to save someone else would be extremely unwise.

It was not that success was absolutely impossible, but there was also a very real chance he would bury himself along with her.

Though the two shared the bond of fellow disciples, even ordinary cultivators were mostly selfish and self-serving, let alone this old monster who had lived for several hundred years. His heart was like iron and stone; there was simply no way he would do something like sacrifice himself to save another.

Seeing that the old man had no intention of lending a hand, despair showed in the masked female cultivator's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by venomous hatred.

It was he who had used honeyed words to lure her into searching for traces of the treasure. Now that danger had appeared, he actually cherished his own feathers and did not care in the slightest about the bond between fellow disciples.

This hateful old bastard!

Fine. You want to watch me die without saving me? How could this fairy let you have your wish? Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me.

Selfishness brought madness.

Lin Xuan and Ouyang had once encountered a similar situation, yet both of their choices had been to think for the other. This man and woman, however, had gone precisely the opposite way...

The masked female