Cloud-Drooping Formation

The other four members of the Five Friends of Mount Mang looked grim at his words.

"So you did overhear us, Fellow Daoist Tian. May I ask what brings you to this ancient tomb?" The elderly scholar signaled the other four to stay calm, then turned to Shen Luo after a moment's thought.

"To look for treasure, of course," Shen Luo said calmly.

"If you're here for treasure, Fellow Daoist Tian, would you care to join us on a trip to the rear hall?" the elderly scholar asked with a smile.

"What? Take him to the rear hall?"

"Big Brother, how can we? We went to so much trouble to find the entrance. How can we bring a stranger in?"

Before Shen Luo could answer, objections rang out.

"Why not? The four of you lose your heads too easily. All you can think about is getting your hands on the treasures in the rear hall, but have you considered how hard they'll be to claim? We struggled against a single Late Fasting Stage zombie. With our strength, we may not even be able to advance once we enter the rear hall. Fellow Daoist Tian is stronger than any of us. He'd be a great help, and with him we'd have the six people needed to set up the Cloud-Drooping Formation. That would greatly increase the treasure we could find. The benefits are obvious. Can't you see that?" The elderly scholar shook his head and sighed, disappointment plain on his face.

The other four were no fools. After a moment's consideration, they understood.

"Big Brother thinks further ahead than we do. We were shortsighted."

"Indeed. Fellow Daoist Tian, we hope you'll guide us along the way."

They exchanged glances. Except for the silent one-eyed man, they all spoke to the elderly