Naturally, everyone trusted Luo Hong. After all, if he had not led them, they would never have obtained this opportunity.
In other words, Luo Hong could have kept all the True Spirit materials for himself, but he clearly did not care much about them, as though acquiring a few True Spirit materials would not benefit him greatly.
With no further objections, everyone except Yuan Yao chose a direction and fled toward the sea where the enormous vortex had originally appeared.
Yuan Yao flew beside Luo Hong, looking at him with a strange expression, yet she remained silent for a long while.
"Ahem, Yao'er, just say whatever you want to say. Stop staring at your husband like that."
Luo Hong said this with a guilty conscience.
"Husband, what is your cultivation level now? Why does even that Nascent Soul Late-stage fellow Daoist seem to be following your lead?
"Could it be that you have already surpassed the Nascent Soul Late-stage?"
Yuan Yao had originally been secretly delighted by her own progress in cultivation. She had thought that, after coming out this time, she could finally surpass Luo Hong in cultivation, and she had even planned how to tease him. Yet she discovered that her husband was utterly unreasonable—after merely a hundred-odd years apart, he had already crossed the late-stage bottleneck long ago.
This left her rather gloomy and disappointed.
"Yao'er, why not be a little bolder? Is that all you think your husband is capable of?"
Luo Hong felt relieved and said with a light chuckle.
"A little bolder... Don't tell me you have already cultivated to the peak of the late stage and are preparing to break through to Spirit Transformation?"
Yuan Yao widened her beautiful eyes and stared at Luo Hong in surprise.
"Hehe, I will stop teasing you.