Bottle Forced Its Way In

"Are you sure we won't be discovered?"

The tiny grotto-heaven had just been torn open a crack when two furtive heads poked out.

Only after receiving the Artifact Spirit's all-clear did Hanyu dare to yank Su Xiaoxiao straight out.

Then he mocked him shamelessly. "Senior, you weren't like this before."

Back when Su Xiaoxiao heard rumors of Yanluo Hall, he'd been raring to charge in.

It had been the same when they'd swept through the Southern Border, leading a group of people and slaughtering their way in every direction.

But now he was scared out of his wits.

"Do you want to hear what you're saying?"

Su Xiaoxiao spoke in embarrassment. How the hell was this the same thing?

When he'd first come down, there had only been a few Wayfarer cultivators, and they'd all been defeated by him. The rest were all at the Initial Realm.

Who wouldn't be brave then?

But now...

Most of Yanluo Hall's hired fighters were Wayfarer cultivators, and that was without even mentioning the big shots from the Divine Way Realm who'd come too.

How could he possibly dare to be brave?

One careless move, and he'd be dead, his Dao extinguished.

Though Hanyu's mouth was full of mockery, he wasn't doing much better himself. The moment he brought someone out, he dove into the depths of the sea.

He plunged into the water and kept descending.

Only when they were nearly a hundred zhang down did he dare release the mist.

Recently, Hanyu had discovered another peculiarity about the mist.

It seemed to fall outside the scope of anything that could be sensed. Take Su Xiaoxiao, for example!

Even now, with the mist enveloping him, he remained completely unaware.

So the mist itself seemed to be extraordinarily powerful.

Looking back over everything that