In the scorching underground cavern, a barefoot, bald man—Lian Shan Shi—arrived.
But he was not alone. There were also two elderly men.
The three silently looked at the reinforced Spirit Source, their expressions gradually turning solemn... At that moment, Lian Shan Shi's brows twitched, and he looked toward a blasted-open area.
When they saw the battered prayer mat blown out of the pit, all three men looked terrified.
Another stretch of silence passed.
Only then did one of the elderly men let out a breath. "Fortunately, Lian Shan Shi ordered the clansmen to leave ahead of time. Otherwise, if the Venerable had caught us on the spot..."
"Hmph! So what if we ran into him?" the other elderly man snorted. He apparently felt the matter had already passed, so he could afford to be tough now. "Our clan has cultivated spirit medicines here for generations. Even without merit, we have worked hard... So what if we use a little of the Spirit Source's power to cultivate? Even if we were discovered, didn't the Venerable say nothing? In my opinion, you're all too timid! What cat in the world doesn't steal fish?"
Damn TM, as expected, the old and undying really are thieves. These two old men really get worse with age.
Lian Shan Shi listened to the two old men expressionlessly. If not for the clan's rules, he truly could not be bothered to respond... Yet seeing how the Spirit Source, which had once vigorously erupted with special spiritual power, had clearly dimmed considerably, he could not help feeling deeply troubled.
He sighed. "Have all the disciples stop cultivating at the Spirit Source. For now, switch back to using spirit stones."
The elderly man who had been talking tough immediately frowned. "The other disciples can stop temporarily, but Jiang Tao's