There were more than just the two of them. Quite a few shamans stood beside Granny Weiming, holding magical artifacts fashioned from Niu bones and dogs' leg bones.
Their cultivation was around the Eighth Rank as well.
Several shamans were even older than Granny Weiming, and the younger members beside them kept them close.
Granny Weiming was the only one whose cultivation Lin Feng could not discern.
Even so, Lin Feng could sense that Granny Weiming intended to explore the ruins with no expectation of surviving.
An intense deathly aura rippled around her.
As for the shamans beside her...
Every one of them was anxious, but none showed any regret. Granny Weiming slowly explained to Lin Feng, "Their surname is Weiming, too. Menzang E'pang won't rest easy while you're alive. Since death awaits either way, they might as well see something of the world before they die.
"Many years ago, I met a young Han man. He said his name was Wu Hao. He told me that one of your Han philosophers once said this.
"Having heard the Way in the morning, one may die content that evening.
"I feel the same now. Since we're going to die anyway, why not see those things that even the gods dislike? Dying at their hands would be another way of hearing the Way in the morning and dying content that evening, wouldn't it?"
She laid it out plainly to prevent any resentment from taking root in Lin Feng's heart.
Lin Feng's heart grew heavy, too. Granny Weiming was undoubtedly an expert, yet even she was pessimistic about this expedition into the ruins.
That meant she had no confidence in it either.
That alone spoke volumes about the danger of this expedition.
But indeed, before coming here, Lin Feng had also saved his