"Oh? I see. Then I'll test it first."
After hearing Ye Long's words, Yao Qingyue furrowed her brows slightly. Without hesitation, she sent out a beam of light, probing straight into the pit.
"Bzzzz!"
"Bzzzz!"
But as soon as this power entered the pit, waves of black mist surged toward it, wrapping around and entangling it.
Before long, the beam of light had dimmed considerably.
"No wonder. A place like this really isn't somewhere you can stay for long."
Yao Qingyue nodded. She could clearly sense the extremely frigid power contained in the mass of black matter. It was highly corruptive, capable of eroding anything.
At the same time, she also sensed that the space-time within the pit was indeed unstable—utterly chaotic, in fact.
From what she knew of Ye Long, her junior brother would indeed struggle to survive for long in an environment like this. It made sense that he had come to her for help.
"Pfft!"
Just then, the source of Yao Qingyue's power was completely devoured.
Her expression remained unchanged, her voice so calm it held not a trace of emotion.
"The environment here is so perilous that it's only natural you couldn't handle it, Junior Brother. I imagine that if you'd been capable of exploring this dangerous place alone and obtaining the Flood Dragon's Claw, you'd have kept it all for yourself. You probably wouldn't have thought of your Senior Sister at all."
"Senior Sister is absolutely right. The path of martial cultivation has always been a struggle against Heaven, Earth, and other people."
After hearing this, Ye Long readily admitted it. He nodded candidly and said,
"If I were capable, I'd naturally claim this place for myself. After all, every extra bit of benefit I obtained would speed up my cultivation that much more."
"But