Looking at the little lion dozing with its eyes closed before him, the old man pursed his lips and couldn't help complaining quietly to the woman beside him.
"What does it matter? We've already stepped forward to back the kid."
"If things start looking bad, Old Ghost, remember to run early. That way, even if this little lion really does fall at the hands of those Dao Alliance ox-noses, Lady White Bone won't be able to find fault with us."
"Otherwise, surely Madam wouldn't avenge a dead lion by forcing us into the Spider Demon Ancestor's camp too!"
Seeing the worry on the old man's face, the woman beside him smiled and offered a word of comfort.
"Probably!"
Though he felt the woman's words made some sense, the old man still couldn't shake his unease.
And just like that, a month passed in the blink of an eye.
"Senior Brother Beichen, is this the place?"
"Why do I have a faint feeling that something's wrong?"
Fu Feng Zhenren looked at the Teleportation Formation in the barren Cave Abode before them, a trace of doubt on his face.
When the Ancient Qi Practitioners' Cave Abode on Xuandu the Mountain first appeared, it had been famous, attracting a great many Human Race martial artists to explore it. Even he had come here more than once.
But the Cave Abode's actual contents had been far from living up to its reputation.
The most valuable things inside were no more than a few pills that could increase a martial artist's cultivation speed.
As for the Cultivation Techniques used by the Ancient Qi Practitioners, there wasn't even a single one.
"Senior Brother Beichen, I find this strange too. I've never felt like this before—not even when sneaking into the Ten Thousand Demon Lair. It's