After hearing the Myna bird, Saint Qingyuan's expression changed sharply. "No. Absolutely not. The Floating Immortal Elder is powerful, but we mustn't grow arrogant. Whatever we do, we should proceed with caution. Even if no one in that Devil Race camp can match him, a disturbance that large would draw the Devil Race's attention. They have a Quasi-Emperor now. What would we do if that Quasi-Emperor came after him?"
Fang Chen's eyes narrowed. He remembered the Quasi-Emperor-level monster he had encountered beneath the Red Soil Wasteland, and the thought still chilled him. His strength had grown considerably since then, but he still could not stand against a Quasi-Emperor.
The Fire Glazed Saint's fate remained unknown, and Fang Chen did not want to take too great a risk. If something happened to him too, no one would be left to protect the Glazed Sword Sect.
Fang Chen nodded slightly. "I think Senior Qing Yuan is right. Let's keep a low profile."
Little Crane's voice echoed in their ears. "I agree. Careful sailing keeps a ship afloat for ten thousand years!"
With Little Crane speaking up as well, the Myna bird said nothing more.
Fang Chen said to Little Crane, "In that case, take us out of here. After you drop us off, I'll find somewhere to refine the powder. You and the Myna bird can return to the camp and learn everything you can about it. Once I'm done refining, come pick me up."
"All right!"
Little Crane answered at once, then took them back along the route they had come.
After leaving the Abyss Camp, Little Crane carried them into the Void. Drawing on the places Little Crane had spotted during its earlier reconnaissance, it picked an excellent site for Fang Chen to refine the powder.
Three hours later, Little