"Are you insane?"
The words practically burst from Tie Tu's throat.
The moment he said them, he froze.
He glanced at Yang Yu's hand resting on the Stone Tablet, then at the last traces of dark gold light in its Vertical Scar. It felt as though someone had shoved a red-hot iron down his throat.
Cold sweat broke out all over him.
The True God Identification Tablet had just declared this man a "Primordial Offspring."
At best, calling Yang Yu insane was talking back to someone far stronger than him.
At worst, it was an insult to a True God's family.
Taken to a ridiculous extreme, it could even count as a psychic attack on the bloodline of Jin, the Eternal True God.
This was serious.
So serious that Tie Tu wanted to pluck those two words out of the timeline and stuff them back into his mouth.
Yang Yu wasn't angry, though.
He merely turned and looked at Tie Tu.
There was neither anger nor Killing Intent in those pure gray vertical pupils.
Somehow, that made Tie Tu's spine feel even colder.
"Do you have a problem?" Yang Yu asked evenly.
Tie Tu shook his head so fast it was a blur.
"No!"
"Absolutely not!"
He swallowed and forced himself to explain. "As a professional Wanderer, I was just offering a tiny, completely half-baked survival tip. It doesn't matter whether you listen to me."
Then he realized that still sounded as though he were questioning Yang Yu.
So he hastily added something else.
"Of course, if you insist on going in, that's fine too."
"It's just... the rest of us might die rather easily."
The Black-Lipped Cultivator was still kneeling behind them, her face as pale as water-soaked paper.
She looked up cautiously, her voice tight. "My lord, the