If it meant escaping this damned place, Mo Yang would not have hesitated even if he had to kowtow to someone.
At Yang Qing's words, he immediately nodded like a chick pecking at grain, slowly planting the same thought in everyone's minds.
Could this man really have wandered in here by mistake?
With everyone in agreement, Yang Qing and the others set off toward the exit of the Mountain Cave.
Mo Yang pulled his clothes tighter around himself and followed behind them.
Entering the Mountain Cave had taken Yang Qing and the others several full days, but leaving proved remarkably easy. In no more than an incense stick's time, they could already see the exit.
Looking at the light spilling through the entrance, Yang Qing and the others could not help sighing softly. Once they left, they would truly be separated forever from the world behind them.
Earlier, Wood had brought several dozen members of the Hidden Clan out of the Mountain Cave. He had thought they would wait for him, but instead, they had scattered as soon as they emerged.
They were no longer shackled by that special blood, so they no longer had to fear suddenly collapsing on the road and dying far from home.
Without that worry hanging over them, they were naturally free to do whatever they wished.
Wood had thought that, with only these few dozen members of the Hidden Clan remaining and the outside world in turmoil, they could at least look after one another if they stayed together.
But who could have known that, after watching Wood and the others descend into the Lake and even draw out that legendary Divine Turtle, they would begin looking at him with such complicated expressions?
After turning it over in their minds, they completely forgot that