When Li Changshan withdrew his secret technique, Xie Tianxiang and the other two froze. Just as they were about to urge him again, they suddenly heard what the old man before them said, and their expressions stiffened as well.
Elder Li spent a full quarter of an hour telling Qin Fengming about the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries.
Apart from Cultivator Yan, the other three—Xie Tianxiang included—were utterly baffled. Casting a blood curse absolutely would not take this long, yet the old man before them had not cast one. Instead, he had agreed to go together to that dangerous place. The change had come far too suddenly.
"Now that Fellow Daoist Li has agreed, I, on behalf of the Xie family, offer my heartfelt thanks. I promise you this, Fellow Daoist: once you have led us through that layer of dark mist, you may return. You will not need to assist us after we enter the valley."
"Senior, rest assured. Brother Yan and I once entered that dangerous place together. Leading the three Seniors through the dark mist will not be a problem. Although I have never ventured deep into the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries, I have heard a little about some of its regions. However, I do not know which direction Senior intends to take."
Qin Fengming was also greatly puzzled by how urgently the three members of the Xie family wanted to enter that dangerous place. Logically speaking, since quite a few Great Cultivators had fallen within the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries, ordinary cultivators would naturally be unwilling to risk their lives by entering it for no reason.
"There are certain inconveniences concerning our entry into the Valley of Ten Thousand Cries that we cannot tell you. Although the valley is dangerous, we must go there.