Luo Zheng had quite a few Soul Crystals in hand, so he had little interest in the Saint Willow Marrow Essence.
After descending the Stepping Stones, their group crossed straight through the courtyard along the road in the middle.
Whether they were the foreign races absorbing the Saint Willow Marrow Essence or the Yang Souls searching the courtyard for Other Shore Tokens, all eyes focused on Luo Zheng.
They had spent a million god crystals just to enter Mitian Temple.
If they merely wandered around the courtyard, they certainly would not get their money's worth.
Some of the foreign-race Yang Souls had already crossed the courtyard and set out on their own to search for the route leading to the Dark Domain, but most of the foreign races were waiting here.
Exploring the latter half of the temple on their own was too dangerous. They did not know enough about Mitian Temple. Rushing around like headless flies was no different from courting death.
The entrance to Mitian Temple had been opened by the Ears Mouse Clan, and Luo Zheng's physical body seemed to have some agreement with them. Their scheme was certainly no small one. Thus, most of the foreign races remained in the courtyard mainly because they wanted to follow the Ears Mouse Clan and Luo Zheng.
So when the Ears Mouse Clan and Luo Zheng crossed the courtyard together, the foreign-race Yang Souls abandoned even the Saint Willow Marrow Essence. The Yang Souls searching the courtyard for Other Shore Tokens instead converged toward Luo Zheng.
Luo Zheng himself did not mind. If they wanted to follow, then let them follow. The Ears Mouse Clan, however, was extremely displeased.
"Cheep, cheep-cheep..."
"Cheep-cheep..."
The Ears Mouse Clan had chosen to enter Mitian Temple last precisely because they did not want