My Master Said...

Everyone beneath the Great Emperor's Tomb was dumbfounded, yet more tense than ever, ready to act at any moment. By then, Ye Qiu had already taken Chen Chi and Wen Ning completely out of Eastern Continent territory.

In the end, they boarded a ferry and followed a tributary of the Eastern River. Three days later, they entered the outskirts of Western Ridge.

Western Ridge was a land of countless mountains and great rivers, rich in gifted people and fertile lands, where geniuses emerged in endless succession. Compared to the Eastern Continent, it was older and more mysterious.

There were numerous Lineages here, their forces intertwined like tangled roots. Ancient divine dynasties had foundations sunk deep into the earth, and among them, the Yin-Yang Great Sect was undoubtedly one of Western Ridge's supreme behemoths!

Calling it the number one great sect would not have been an exaggeration!

Ye Qiu's destination was the Yin-Yang Great Sect.

Without the slightest hesitation, he headed straight in that direction, unwilling to waste even a moment.

Even when they passed through an ancient forest and encountered people fighting over a mine, its dazzling rosy light shooting into the sky, clearly concealing some immense fortune within.

Even Brother Snake said there was treasure there.

Even the recovered Chen Jianyi said they could go take a look.

But Ye Qiu ignored it outright, detoured around that direction, and charged ahead with single-minded focus.

"You shouldn't have come." On the fifth day, the three of them entered a city. After their long journey, their strength had been greatly depleted and their taut minds were exhausted, leaving them no choice but to stop and rest.

While resting, Ye Qiu looked at Chen Chi and Wen Ning and could not help shaking his head.

Chen Chi smiled. "Western Ridge has fine