"The Sacred Hall Clan truly is something else. Even a bedraggled wretch begging for help can put on such airs..."
Li Qingyun stood amid the sea of gray clouds, lamp in hand, and laughed mockingly.
Now that he knew this man was a Sacred Hall Clan quasi-Saint, there was absolutely no chance he would lend him a hand.
Suppressing a trace of killing intent in his heart, he shook his head, ignored Jia Tan, and continued up the steps.
"Come back! Come back! You're going the wrong way! This old man's route is the true path to the cliff summit..." Seeing Li Qingyun leave outright, the gaunt Jia Tan began howling madly.
He even tried to mislead Li Qingyun onto the wrong path, so he too would become trapped here like himself.
This place was exceedingly sinister. Once one took a wrong fork while climbing the cliff, unless one possessed some special means, one would keep circling the false path and find it difficult to escape.
Jia Tan's earlier pleading, inducement, and veiled threats had in fact harbored immense malice. He had wanted Li Qingyun to enter the fork as well.
Li Qingyun had originally intended to casually destroy this Sacred Hall Clan quasi-Saint, but considering the strangeness of Old Cliff Peak, he ultimately restrained himself, unwilling to invite trouble.
That single thought invisibly defused an unnecessary danger.
Holding his lamp to light the way, he could see much farther ahead than the other quasi-Saints who had entered Old Cliff Peak. Naturally, he remained on the sole correct route up the cliff.
Along the way, using the Human Dao Lamp, Li Qingyun spotted another two or three "trapped people" on the false paths.
One of them, a Stone Spirit Clan quasi-Saint, had only one last breath left. He lay on