A dragon head—and one suspected to belong to a Divine Dragon at the Primordial Unity Golden Immortal realm, at that. With such an enormous temptation laid before them, how could they possibly leave so easily?
"Move aside now, and we can spare your life. If you refuse, then don't blame us."
One of them spoke up with a threat. Though they did not fear Ye Lin, they had no desire to offend him either.
After all, Ye Lin's formidable reputation was there for all to see.
"I already said it. This is not a place you can enter. Get lost, now," Gu Qingzhi said coldly. Ever since Ye Lin had entered the bottom of the well, there had been no movement from him. He must have discovered something down there.
Naturally, she would not let these people enter so casually.
"Fine, fine, fine. You wouldn't listen when we tried to reason with you. We gave you a chance, but you didn't treasure it. Then don't blame us for what happens next."
The few of them were growing angry as well. Gu Qingzhi's stubbornness only further proved that there was something good at the bottom of the well.
So they stopped wasting words with Gu Qingzhi and attacked directly.
Gu Qingzhi was no lump of clay either. She took out her long zither and sat cross-legged on the ground, her hands ceaselessly plucking the strings. Zither music spread through the air, and terrifying cracks continuously split open across the ground before her.
Boom, boom, boom.
Thunderous explosions rang out one after another. Within the void ahead, countless strands of law power flickered as they collided without cease.
Gu Qingzhi's expression gradually turned grave, and her hands moved faster over the strings. As she played on, both hands eventually became afterimages.
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