Everyone trod very, very lightly, making not the slightest sound. That thing looked terrifying. If they woke it, everyone knew perfectly well what the outcome would be.
"Senior Brother, why don't we leave? Let's not keep going down. If we continue, who knows what else we might encounter?"
"This muddy water isn't something we can wade into."
Following behind Zhao Liu, Li Shengtian whispered softly to him. He truly did not want to continue downward. Usually, aside from cultivation, he spent his days sightseeing and enjoying himself—when had he ever experienced anything like this?
The thrills of this one day's expedition exceeded everything he had encountered in his entire life put together.
"Shut up. We've already come this far. If we go back now, how will you explain Junior Sister Yanran's matter to the elders? When the time comes, even if we don't die, we'll still be skinned alive."
"But if we find the Soul-Summoning Banner and bring it back now, then no matter how furious the elders are, the Sect Master will protect us. And we'll soar straight to the heavens."
"Either go back now and accept the elders' punishment, or stake your life on one desperate gamble, with a great chance to soar to the heavens, earn the reverence of thousands, and become a mighty expert. Which do you choose?"
Zhao Liu transmitted his voice to Li Shengtian. By now, Nangong Yanran was already dead in their subconscious minds.
If he had not been afraid of waking that terrifying giant, he would have long since cursed Li Shengtian out from head to toe. Damn it, at such a crucial moment, this bastard was shaking the army's morale? What exactly was he trying to do?
On a battlefield, that would have earned him an immediate beheading.
Hearing Zhao Liu's