At that moment, when they heard this Golden Core Realm senior brother say that Zhou Qing had absolutely no chance of surviving, Lu Yaoyao instantly panicked.
She hurried before her master, Cao Zhengyang, dropped to both knees, and pleaded anxiously, "Master, please, you must save Senior Brother Zhou! He just rendered such a great service to the sect, only to meet with disaster here right afterward. No matter how you look at it, this makes no sense!"
Looking at Lu Yaoyao as she begged, Cao Zhengyang's expression was exceedingly grim as well.
He first helped Lu Yaoyao to her feet, then comforted her gently. "Don't worry. Your master is here."
Then he turned to Duanmu Shu. "How about I go in and take a look?"
Duanmu Shu immediately refused. "This place was meticulously arranged by our Taiqing Sect from the day it was founded. That thing has slept for many years. Once its senses awaken it, it will not distinguish friend from foe. The entire Grotto-Heaven could be destroyed then. The price would be far too great."
Cao Zhengyang replied, "I understand, but we must at least find out where those Wandering Souls came from. Nothing like this has ever been discovered through all the generations. What was once a perfectly fine place for training has now been forcibly turned into this."
Duanmu Shu sighed softly. "The last time, several of us went in to investigate as well. Once the gravity was lifted, those Wandering Souls vanished without a trace. And each time, one could remain inside for no more than a day. If one did not withdraw in time, grave danger would arise."
"Then what do we do now? We can't possibly force our way in by piling up corpses, can we? Besides—" Cao Zhengyang had yet to finish