"Is that so? Then we really cannot be careless. Second Brother cultivates the Suspended Darkness Demon Art, and when it comes to these indescribable premonitions, he is right eight or nine times out of ten. Since he has this feeling, there may truly be danger lurking nearby."
A grave look appeared on the black-clad woman's face. Though she was not especially beautiful, her voice was quite pleasant to the ear.
The old man likewise raised no objection and began looking all around, yet he found not the slightest trace of anything.
The three demons could not help growing doubtful and uneasy.
"Second Brother, are you certain you sense danger here? Could it be because you are too tense?" the old man could not help asking.
"I do indeed feel something is wrong. However, this sort of sense is not one hundred percent accurate. Perhaps I am only worrying like a man of Qi fearing the sky might fall... Forget it. Everyone, go pick those spiritual objects first. Just be a little careful while you do."
"Wait!" The old man stopped the two of them. Seeing the confusion on the faces of the two demons, he spoke: "Since we have already wasted this extra time, wasting just a little more will not matter. Caution never leads to great mistakes. We came to Spirit Source Valley to seek treasures, but none of us is willing to bury our little lives here."
"What, does Big Brother have some other method?"
"Indeed. This old man recently obtained a treasure, and in this situation, it can truly be tested."
As the old man spoke, he swept his sleeve, and from within it flew out a pitch-black gourd. Then the stopper was pulled open, and a fragrant aroma of wine drifted out.
The other two demons