Watching the Qilin Saint leave without looking back, Wang Zheng stood beside Ye Lin, his mouth hanging open.
If someone had managed to reach this place, it meant the two Quasi-Saints here had already been dealt with.
Had a battle between Quasi-Saints really ended so easily?
From the strange noise earlier to their rescue now, the entire process had been incredibly swift—only a few dozen breaths had passed, hadn't they?
That was absurdly powerful.
"This isn't connections. This is a favor."
"Because of you, I had to use up a favor owed by a Quasi-Saint. Once it's used, it's gone."
"From now on, you and I go our separate ways."
After giving Wang Zheng a glance, Ye Lin silently put some distance between them.
This guy was incredibly unreliable.
It was as though bad luck clung to him. Wherever he went, something unexpected happened, and trouble followed.
"Fellow Daoist, you can't put it that way. At the very least, neither of us was hurt, right?"
"Fellow Daoist, don't leave yet. There might be some unexpected treasure here. Don't you want to find out what those two Quasi-Saints were doing here?"
"That senior might not think much of it, but we can't afford to turn our noses up at it."
Seeing Ye Lin about to leave, Wang Zheng spoke slowly, a mysterious look on his face.
At those words, Ye Lin narrowed his eyes.
Right. This guy did have a point.
What exactly had those two Quasi-Saints been doing here?
Moreover, he could not help thinking of Wang Zheng's opportunity.
Could the unfamiliar place shown on the panel be this very place?
"Fine. Let's explore this place first."
After mulling it over and weighing the pros and cons, Ye Lin ultimately decided not to leave just yet. He would take a