"Fellow Daoist Jiang Chao, my strength is lacking. Could you make an exception and have someone else scout the way?" Song Wen's face bore a pleading expression.
"No." The white-haired old man was expressionless, his countenance cold as frost. "Do you want to claim merit for nothing? If you do not scout the way properly, do not blame this old man for showing no mercy."
The white-haired old man had long been dissatisfied with Song Wen's various prior actions.
It was only because he had taken the current situation into consideration that he had tolerated him all this time.
How could he so readily agree to Song Wen's request?
"Fine."
His strength was inferior to theirs, so Song Wen could only agree. With some reluctance, he slowly flew toward the cliff where the spider nest lay.
The other three followed around twenty zhang behind him.
As he drew ever closer to the cliff where the spider nest was located, Song Wen became increasingly cautious.
The other three were likewise fully focused, watching their surroundings at all times, afraid that the slightest stir might arise.
Fortunately for all four, the distinctive fragrance of the Mind-Bewitching Fragrance did not appear.
Worried that getting too close would alert the Yin-face Spiders, the four stopped when they were still two li from the nest.
By then, the venomous bees that had filled the sky had long since vanished without a trace.
"Fellow Daoist Jiang Chao, how should we proceed?" Song Wen asked.
The white-haired old man said, "Naturally, we enter the Yin-face Spider nest and search for Nine-Death Grass."
"We are simply going to charge directly into the Yin-face Spider nest?" Song Wen asked, somewhat incredulous.
The white-haired old man's brows furrowed slightly. Thinking Song Wen feared death and was unwilling to enter the