The three Zhang Fang had named were the other three Four-Seed cultivators, each the leader of one of the remaining three groups.
"I'll go take a look too."
Xu Yi, who had been silent all this time, spoke up again.
Li Zhao swept Xu Yi a cold glance. "Why are you butting in? If you ruin things, will your life be enough to pay for it?"
"I came here to see the excitement. What's the point if I can't take a look at the Immortal Spirit Grass? Brother Zhang, if I can't go in, then you shouldn't go either. After all, you still owe me a favor."
Li Zhao flew into a rage, killing intent blazing in his eyes. "You little brat's got quite an attitude. Looking to die..."
"Enough. Let him come. With everyone here, are we really afraid he'll ruin things?"
Zhang Fang cut in.
He knew very well that if they kept arguing, things would inevitably turn ugly. This devil would never back down.
"Let him come along, Brother Li. Even if you don't care about the others, you should at least consider Old Zhang."
Cao Guohua spoke up. He was a Four-Seed cultivator.
Li Zhao snorted coldly, then warned Xu Yi a couple more times before darting into the cave first.
A few breaths later, all five had slipped into the cave. Zhang Fang sent a message to everyone, telling them to use their magic power to carry themselves as they walked.
This method was nothing like flying through the air; it made no air currents at all.
The five proceeded cautiously. They had been walking through the winding mountainside for about the time it took half an incense stick to burn when Zhang Fang, leading the way, suddenly stopped. Everyone halted behind him. Without needing