The middle-aged man cried as he slowly recounted the whole affair. It took him a full cup of tea's worth of time before he finally made the ins and outs clear.
Gongsun Yu'er's expression was naturally ugly to the extreme. She had originally thought Zhang Lian simply had not tried hard enough, but she had never expected this would be the result waiting for her.
To have wiped out an entire team of Cultivators with the strength of one person—could the other party be an old monster at the Tribulation Transcendence level?
Otherwise, the cultivators sent to besiege the Yunfeng Mineral Vein were not weak. Someone merely at the Spirit Division Stage absolutely would not have had the ability to win so cleanly and decisively, slaughtering them all to the last without expending so much as the strength to blow away dust.
"This... this nephew-disciple doesn't know either. It was only a single exchange, and I was beaten unconscious by the other party. I didn't even see his face clearly, let alone figure out just how strong he was." The middle-aged man spoke timidly, a trace of embarrassment appearing on his face.
Clearly, he also felt his own performance had been rather too useless.
But Gongsun Yu'er did not blame him for it. It was already good enough that he had survived. Faced with such a powerful enemy, making too many demands was obviously forcing the impossible.
Besides, things had already come to this. Blaming him would be of no use. Right now, she herself was instead facing a difficult choice.
The first option was to organize manpower, go to the Yunfeng Mineral Vein, and seize the resources back again.
This mine produced large quantities of Spirit Stones. Being able to reclaim it would naturally be of great significance, and