Entering

Several days later.

Qingzhou Mountain Range.

"The location is correct. Since everyone is here, there's no need to wait any longer. Let's begin directly, lest a long night breed many dreams. Who knows whether someone might harbor ill intentions!"

On a flat area on a certain hill, three figures landed atop a massive boulder.

Liu Daoyan stepped forward first, casually sweeping his gaze over the two beside him as he spoke.

His attention

only swept over Zhang Qingyuan once, and he did not pay him much mind.

Most of his attention was fixed on the Black Robe Old Daoist on the other side. His eyes flickered, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Then there's nothing more to say. Once the entrance is opened, whatever harvest comes afterward will depend on our own abilities."

The Black Robe Old Daoist replied in a hoarse voice, calm and without the slightest ripple.

Zhang Qingyuan remained silent at the side.

Vaguely,

he could also sense the aura of struggle and confrontation between the two.

"Because of that battle that day, they're ignoring me? As expected, my feeling that day was right. There was a third person present during that battle!"

Being ignored by the two,

Zhang Qingyuan did not feel any anger.

Or rather, he wished for nothing more.

Sitting atop the wall to watch the tigers fight,

only in muddy waters could one catch fish.

If the two of them fought, it would instead benefit him in seizing greater gains here.

The more they underestimated him, or even directly ignored him,

the better.

Thus, Zhang Qingyuan remained silent, like an outsider.

"Then take out those tokens. I imagine it will require all three tokens to open this place."

As the middle-aged daoist robe cultivator Liu Daoyan spoke, he flipped his hand