"This... this junior does not know." Song Wen was terrified. "But this junior has not uttered a single false word."
Madam Xuanyin stared at Song Wen for a moment. Finding not the slightest sign of pretense, she turned her gaze to the other three.
"Fellow Daoists, what do you think?"
Wei Xuan said, "Since matters have come to this, why not venture deeper into Rift Valley and investigate?"
Venerable Gu Huan replied, "Precisely. Once we enter Rift Valley, we will know whether this brat speaks truth or falsehood. Since we have come all this way, there is no reason to turn back now."
Madam Xuanyin nodded.
Then, a Soul-Breaking Awl suddenly appeared before her. Corpse qi billowed from it as it pressed to within a foot of Song Wen.
"You will lead the way. If this Madam discovers that you harbor any ill intent, do not blame this awl for showing no mercy."
Song Wen glanced at the Soul-Breaking Awl hanging inches away, his heart still pounding with fright.
"Four seniors, please follow this junior."
Song Wen slowly descended into the depths of Rift Valley.
Wei Xuan and the other three followed close behind.
As they went deeper, the yin wind grew increasingly violent. Song Wen, at the late Tribulation Transcendence stage, had no choice but to summon a defensive spiritual treasure, which circled constantly around him to withstand the gale. Wei Xuan and the others, however, paid it no heed.
Along the way, they encountered swarms of poisonous insects several times. But with Wei Xuan's group present, Song Wen did not need to lift a finger, and they passed through each danger without incident.
Before long, the group arrived safely at the valley floor.
Yin winds howled across the valley floor. It was dark and gloomy, and both sight