Sacred Peak Foothill Hall, Earthfire Chamber
"What's going on? It's been a whole year. Why hasn't he come out yet?"
Outside the Earthfire Chamber where Fang Yu was staying, the ugly man paced back and forth with a deeply troubled, especially grim expression. His gaze never left the stone door, which remained completely still.
Fang Yu had been inside for over a year, yet there still wasn't the slightest sign of movement. How could the man not be worried sick? He had even considered reporting the matter to Sect Master Zhong of the Yellow Maple Valley, or to the Core Formation Stage cultivator stationed at the Earthfire Chamber.
Of course, he could get in touch with the former, but the latter was little more than wishful thinking.
Unless something went wrong in the Earthfire Chamber—something serious—he would never show up.
Ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivators spent only three to five months inside, and at most, half a year. But Fang Yu had stayed for over a year. How could the man not be worried?
If something really had happened to Fang Yu, then even if it had nothing to do with him, he wouldn't escape punishment. It would be the same even if Sect Master Zhong was an elder of his clan.
After all, Fang Yu's status was far from ordinary. Not only did he have the best spiritual root aptitude in Yellow Maple Valley, he was also the disciple of Lei Wanhe, a Core Formation Stage cultivator.
Either one of those identities carried immense weight in Yellow Maple Valley. And that was without even considering both together.
The wrath of a Core Formation Stage cultivator was something not just anyone could withstand.
The ugly man understood this perfectly, and was deeply worried. Yet he didn't dare make a move.
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