At that thought, Lin Xuan's expression could not help but darken.
This matter was even more thorny and troublesome than he had imagined.
Although Lin Xuan had guessed that the predicament the Cloud Hidden Sect had encountered this time was no small thing, never in his dreams had he imagined that a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage would be involved.
The strength of such an existence simply could not be spoken of in the same breath as an early-stage cultivator. Even he himself could not possibly have the slightest chance of victory.
No—that was not even a question of whether he had a chance of victory. The gap between the two sides was simply far too great. Even if his strength far surpassed cultivators of the same rank, against a late-stage cultivator, whether he could preserve his little life was hard to say.
Lin Xuan's brows knitted tightly together.
He was pondering the difficult problem before him.
This Spirit Eye Lake was so extraordinary that even for Cultivators of their realm, its benefits for cultivation and meditation were plain to see. Since Venerable Wan Jian had obtained a clue, by rights and reason, there was no question of giving it up. Then what should he do?
The choices left to the Cloud Hidden Sect were already few.
Either face a cultivator at the Tribulation Transcendence Late Stage, or give up the treasure before their eyes.
As already said, even he himself did not have that ability or strength for the former.
It might not be wrong to say that wealth and honor were sought amid danger, but overestimating oneself would absolutely not be a rational choice either. One careless move, and he might throw his little life away here.
The risk of such a choice was simply too