Zhuo Wenshi ignored all that. She raised one slender finger and said, "I'll give you another stick of incense... no, half a stick of incense. If you can't open it, you may leave."
Gulp—
The formation master, who looked like a middle-aged man, swallowed. Under the pressure of life and death, his efficiency soared.
In less than a third of an incense stick's time.
At one side of the valley before everyone, ripples stirred through the air. Like a warped mirror, geometric structures appeared, while in the center was a passage like rippling water.
"It's open!"
"This fellow—looks like he was slacking off the whole time. Could he have done it on purpose?"
The formation master's eyes flickered, and he hurriedly explained.
"That's simply spitting blood on an innocent man! I said it would be quick. You were the ones who didn't believe me."
Zhuo Wenshi lifted her hand, staring at the man suspiciously for a few moments before finally saying, "Go in first. That trash might send people over to fight us for it. Stay alert."
"Shi Jie, why worry about that trash? Young Master Yun didn't even make a move against him. Does he really dare take the initiative?"
A Zhuo Family Member who knew the inside story spoke, his face full of indifference. The others nodded repeatedly as well.
"Brother Cang is right. If they really fight, the one who suffers will be that trash himself."
"Enough!"
Zhuo Wenshi did not want to listen to their dispute any longer. She stared fixedly at the formation master for a while, then kicked him inside.
Everyone filed in like fish, and the entrance to the Ancient Burial Pit secret realm closed behind them.
Not long after.
Wang Yu revealed himself.
When he arrived, this group had not yet gone