Foundation Establishment's Fundamental Spirit Item

"Senior Sister Rong Ling, hasn't the helper you mentioned arrived yet?"

Outside a secluded, tranquil valley rarely visited by anyone in the northwestern corner of Soul-Swaying Valley, Rong Ling stood facing a man dressed in the robes of the Hidden Moon Sect.

"Wait and see."

She answered blandly, glancing down the path they had come from, irritation stirring in her heart as well.

"Where did that brat go? Why hasn't he come after so long? Could he have run into some powerful figure halfway and been robbed and killed?"

"Senior Sister Rong Ling, this place is no match for the outside world. With every quarter-hour that passes, we may encounter even greater changes. This junior truly does not know whom you are waiting for, that it is worth taking such a tremendous risk."

The Hidden Moon Sect disciple replied with dissatisfaction. At that moment, a single horn suddenly grew from Rong Ling's head in his eyes, and she stared at him with a face full of venomous resentment.

Twinborn Art, Rakshasa Form.

"Zhao Sheng, since when did I need to explain myself to you when I do things?"

Rong Ling, transformed into a rakshasa, asked coldly. Overwhelmed by her terrifying aura, the Hidden Moon Sect disciple named Zhao Sheng did not dare retort in the slightest and hurriedly lowered his head.

With a cold snort, Rong Ling did not pursue the matter further. Instead, she withdrew her ghostly form and, after weighing it over, said, "We'll wait another half hour. If he still does not come, we enter the valley. If he comes after the deadline and still intends to enter maliciously, the two of us will kill him where he stands."

"Yes."

Zhao Sheng nodded, gaining a new understanding of this partner's ruthlessness.

Rumor had it that her aptitude