"What? Could it be that the Young Palace Master has discovered something?" Monk Conghui turned his head and spoke, doubt showing on his face.
"Exactly. Fellow Daoists, don't you find this place a little strange?" Without waiting for the others to answer, Tian Xiaojian went on by himself. "So many cultivators died here, and they all seem to have been high-level immortal cultivators of the Nascent Soul level. Look at the ruined walls around us—there are so many traces of battles left behind. Yet don't you feel something is missing?"
"Something missing..." The red-haired old man furrowed his brow. He had not noticed anything wrong.
A look of disdain even appeared at the corner of the middle-aged man's mouth. When they had broken the illusory formation earlier, he had already looked down on Tian Xiaojian greatly, thinking him nothing more than a green boy who had advanced by luck. Aside from bones, what else was there in this place?
Only the silver-haired woman's voice entered their ears. "Indeed. This old woman also feels something is amiss. So many high-level immortal cultivators died here, so why is there not a single magic treasure left behind? There are not even fragments of magic treasures."
"Hmph, what is so strange about that? Perhaps before us, someone had already reached this place, and those magic treasures and fragments were all picked up by them," the middle-aged man said as such.
"Fellow Daoist Sun's words are reasonable. If so, then the exit must be somewhere nearby." Several traces of delight appeared on Monk Conghui's face. He did not feel there was anything improper about what Monk Conghui had said.
The old woman hesitated slightly, but in the end did not insist on her own view. After all, what those two had said did make some