Hope flared in Ye Han as he heard Zhang Qingshan's words. Zhang Qingshan was not someone who spoke recklessly.
Besides, he knew Zhang Qingshan must possess some heaven-defying treasure or have learned some heaven-defying Immortal Arts that granted him the ability to seek good fortune and avoid disaster.
Judging by the time Zhang Qingshan had spent leading him through the Burial Ground of the Immortals, and by his discovery of this safe place, his judgment had been right all along. Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan harbored such a secret...
Now that he had said this, he must have a way out.
But if Zhang Qingshan had a way out, why was he still in the Burial Ground of the Immortals?
That meant escaping could not be easy.
Sure enough, Zhang Qingshan frowned and said, "But the way out is extremely dangerous. I can't get out alone. With you joining me, Junior Brother, we would have a thirty percent chance."
Ye Han's gaze shifted slightly at those words. He frowned. "Only thirty percent?"
He wondered whether he had misheard. Only thirty percent? Didn't that mean they were much more likely to fail?
But on second thought, this was the Burial Ground of the Immortals, a place that had stumped countless Cultivators. Even a thirty percent chance of escape was already good.
Sure enough, Zhang Qingshan said, "Thirty percent is already good. The records I read mentioned Golden Core Stage Cultivators who entered and couldn't get out."
Ye Han's expression grew grave. He had not found that information in the materials he had gathered on the Demon Sky Battlefield. Had he known, he would certainly have acted more cautiously.
But none of that mattered now.
His entrapment in the Burial Ground of the Immortals was already a fact. Fortunately, he had met Zhang