The cave entrance was silent. All the Martial Artists who had been waiting there stared tensely at Ma Sansing.
They had no choice but to be nervous. Ma Sansing was a Xiantian Master, yet judging from his earlier expression and reaction, there seemed to be something terrifying above—perhaps even some great danger—that had left a Xiantian Master like him so exhausted and discomposed.
At the same time, a bad feeling welled up in their hearts. Could it be that we won't be able to leave this place? If that came true, what were they supposed to do?
It was no wonder these Martial Artists were thinking that way. Ma Sansing's performance had been far too poor, placing immense pressure on everyone else.
Even a Xiantian Master couldn't handle it. What hope did Houtian Martial Artists like them have?
Even Qian Wantong felt somewhat worried. He truly wanted Ma Sansing to explain what he had encountered atop the cliff, if only to settle his own nerves. But Ma Sansing had said nothing and immediately sat down to meditate and recover his strength, so Qian Wantong had no way to interrupt his cultivation.
If he interrupted him, forget what Qian Ying might do—Ma Sansing could cripple him, and Qian Ying might not even say a word. Even if it damaged the Qian Family's reputation, any retaliation would come later. If he were beaten to death or severely injured now, it would simply be overlooked.
Therefore, Qian Wantong absolutely would not step forward and interrupt Ma Sansing's cultivation. After glancing at him, he decided to report to Elder Qian first, then return here and wait for Ma Sansing to recover.
Qian Wantong gave several instructions to the Qian Family disciples beside him, then hurried off. Not far away, the stone door was still