Luo Hong was in quite a good mood. It was not because he had unexpectedly overheard the three youngsters singing his praises, but because the presence of Five-Light Clan cultivators here basically proved that they were now near the Flying Spirit Race.
Once he figured out the direction, he could return to the Xia Ling Tribe with a single lightning formation.
"Senior, are you a cultivator of the Xia Ling Tribe?"
The long-haired man at the head shielded his second brother and younger sister behind him while warily addressing Luo Hong.
"That is correct. This seat indeed comes from the Xia Ling Tribe.
"If you wish to enter that ruin, you must first remove the eighteen formation feet on the surrounding seabed. Otherwise, with your cultivation, I fear you will go and never return."
Luo Hong nodded slightly and offered them this guidance.
What formation feet? Why hadn't I sensed anything when I went there before?
The long-haired man was deeply suspicious and did not quite believe him.
"If you could easily sense them, then Heavenly Venerate Luo would have been unworthy of his name.
"However, though those formation feet do not leak any aura, the illusion array originally used to conceal them must have been damaged by now.
"You need only dive into the seabed yourselves and search carefully. You will surely find something."
Luo Hong saw through the junior's thoughts at a glance and patiently gave further instructions.
"Senior knows the ruin so well, so why not seek its treasures yourself?"
The youngest sister among the three could not help but ask.
"Heavenly Venerate Luo's cultivation was not particularly high back then. Even if he left something behind, it would be useless to this seat.
"Our meeting is fate. This seat merely offered a few casual pointers. If