After the discussion ended, Immortal Lord Fang withdrew his defenses under the Yu Family Great Elder's bloodthirsty glare. The five inner sect Immortal Lords rushed forward together, their powerful auras immediately forcing everyone surrounding Zuo Jin to retreat.
With the situation as it was, Dongfang Tuo felt there was no hope of obtaining the treasure. Besides, it wasn't that he hadn't tried his best; it was simply beyond his abilities.
He simply gave up on the treasure and stayed beside Xu Yi, who still seemed to be asleep. If he weren't worried about criticism from his fellow disciples, he would have led everyone away at once.
In the blink of an eye, another half a tea's time passed.
Outside the cave abode, aside from the five inner sect Immortal Lords, Immortal Lord Fang, and the two Yu Family point origin elders—those eight people—all the rest had retreated far away under the eight point origin experts' repeated probing attacks on the white Qi.
It was unclear whether the attacks had worked or the white Qi had simply run its course, but gradually, the faint white Qi finally thinned and vanished.
The moment the white Qi dispersed, a powerful, exotic fragrance surged out from inside the cave. As soon as it touched their skin, it left them refreshed and invigorated.
As soon as the strange fragrance emerged, the eight point origin experts shot straight into the cave.
Just as the Yu Family Great Elder, who was in the lead, was about to charge into the cave, a cold gleam flashed, and a bone-chilling killing intent rushed toward them.
The eight experts' souls trembled, and their forward rush came to an abrupt halt. Then they heard a voice singing:
"I have a treasured sword, long bound by dust and grime. One day, the