The resources on the first and second levels of the Secret Realm had all been gathered. There might still be high-level cultivators waiting outside, so naturally, the sooner they left, the better.
Yet from the look of Tang Tianbao, he seemed to have no intention of leaving directly. Did he still have something to do?
With that question in mind, Liu Yu inwardly frowned.
Now that the three-origin fruit was in hand, the last thing he wanted was for fresh branches to sprout from an old problem. His heart had already flown home like an arrow.
Uncle Yang and the others were equally puzzled, but after briefly exchanging glances, they immediately followed, out of absolute trust in the Holy Son.
Tap, tap.
The seven hurried along, running and leaping through the silent mountain forest.
Ever since their encounter at Sacred Flame Peak, the three remaining members of the Heavenly One Sect seemed to have left. Not a trace of them had appeared again.
While gathering resources, the seven had covered almost the entire second level of the Secret Realm, yet they had neither encountered them nor heard any commotion. It seemed rather strange.
After hurrying along, Tang Tianbao stopped before a small hill less than five li from Sacred Flame Peak. He looked around, studying the surroundings as though comparing them against something.
This hill is quite ordinary.
Liu Yu reached that conclusion with a casual glance, feeling somewhat bewildered.
According to his spiritual perception, the fluctuations of spiritual energy on this hill were extremely faint. There could not possibly be a spirit vein here. It really was nothing more than an ordinary barren hill.
Less than fifty zhang tall, it was utterly insignificant beside Sacred Flame Peak, which stood so close by.
*But Tang Tianbao coming here at a