The Black-haired Daoist and the yellow-bearded middle-aged man traveled for another two days and nights before finally arriving. The marks on the compass had converged at its center. Clearly, Third Elder Zhou was here.
The strange thing was that, apart from the mark on the compass, there wasn't a soul in sight.
Whatever the case, the two men didn't want to go through any more trouble. If Third Elder Zhou was here, that was the end of it. If not, they would simply leave.
Even if they had to return to Huaixi and kill their target outright, risking a hunt afterward, they were absolutely not going to keep practicing their art of flight in this place.
At once, the Black-haired Daoist and the yellow-bearded middle-aged man jumped down into the mine, one after the other.
Both had powerful spiritual senses, and they soon noticed something was amiss.
After going a little farther, they stopped.
"Brother Sun, do you sense anything wrong?"
The yellow-bearded middle-aged man sent him a transmission.
The Black-haired Daoist replied, "Something is indeed wrong. The farther in we go, the colder it gets, yet the spiritual energy grows more and more oppressive."
The yellow-bearded middle-aged man said delightedly, "Perhaps we've stumbled upon a great fortune."
The Black-haired Daoist said, "Brother Gong, have you noticed something?"
"Brother Sun and I hit it off at first sight, so I won't hide it from you. If I'm not mistaken, this place has undergone a strange change in its spirit mine, giving rise to a great fortune."
The yellow-bearded middle-aged man stroked his beard as he spoke.
The Black-haired Daoist's eyes lit up. He immediately understood the yellow-bearded middle-aged man's meaning: he was afraid the two of them might fight over it, so he wanted to settle things beforehand. "Brother Gong,