The disheveled man finally moved. He shook his head, tossing his hair to one side and revealing a face that looked very young, barely over twenty.
"Did someone really come?" His voice was frail, but it sounded young as well.
"Who are you?" Gu Qingyi did not relax in the slightest. The ghost stories his master had told him before bed as a child had always described powerful figures possessing others' bodies like this—young-looking, and weakness was an even more crucial sign.
"You're too weak. You can't save me. Go back..." The young man sized up the person beneath the totem. Seeing how young he was, he suddenly let out a long sigh.
"Okay." Gu Qingyi turned and left at once. Staying far from trouble was, in his opinion, the key to surviving on this sacred secret Void Island.
His decisively turning around and leaving clearly far exceeded the expectations of the man on the totem.
After a pause, the man raised his voice, pleading seeping into it. "Friend, if possible, please inform the Holy Spirit Hall and have them send someone here as soon as possible."
The young man seemed unwilling to give up. As soon as the words left his mouth, the hope in his eyes deepened, and he added from afar, "Also, tell them the scout has made a major discovery. It would be best if those below the level of Demi-Saint didn't come over just to throw their lives away..."
Everyone below Demi-Saint would merely be coming to die? Gu Qingyi's steps abruptly froze, and his heart sank into an abyss.
No!
That wasn't the point! The point was... the Holy Spirit Hall! The Holy Spirit Hall had only risen and grown into the continent's foremost power after the rise of the Era of Spirit Refining.