Pfft...
Three soft sounds linked into one line as they entered the ear, making it impossible to tell which had come first.
And that ghostly fog seemed to sense the danger as well, churning even more violently.
An extremely grave look appeared on the disheveled-haired cultivator's face. He opened his mouth, and another spray of blood essence shot out. After the treasure absorbed it, it trembled slightly, then actually split off two more gourds, from which identical pillars of light sprayed out.
Needless to say, the red-robed old man was unsettled; even the arrogant-looking female cultivator was inwardly muttering now. The other party possessed such a mysterious ancient treasure—if she faced him, who would win and who would lose was probably still uncertain.
Her hand drew back and brushed over the Storage Bag at her waist, while a faint killing intent surfaced in her eyes.
Naturally, none of this escaped Lin Xuan's eyes. A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of his mouth. Whether there was danger or not was still unclear, yet these people had already begun fighting among themselves.
Useless when it came to getting anything done!
Cracking sounds entered their ears. Although that restriction was extraordinary, under the repeated strikes of this top-tier ancient treasure, it finally could no longer hold. The ghostly fog let out a shrill, miserable wail, then vanished like smoke and scattered clouds. The treasures being transported on the carriage finally appeared.
Joy flashed across the disheveled-haired cultivator's face, but he immediately withdrew and retreated backward. This man did have some shrewdness; even before heavy treasure, he still knew safety came first.
The other cultivators did the same. What had happened with the Ghost King fleeing just now was far too strange.
Yet after the ghostly fog dispersed, they waited for a