After some thought, the purple-robed old man slowly shook his head and said:
"Though I do not know why they would risk entering Yangxian City, judging by This Old Man's own past experience traveling through it, crossing this city with only three people would be as difficult as climbing to heaven."
He added:
"Even if they were lucky enough to make it through, their vitality would surely be gravely depleted."
Hearing this, Qingshi of Ningchan Cave curled his lips slightly and asked:
"Old Lu, you mean we should wait until they've been seriously injured in Yangxian City before we strike?"
The purple-robed old man stroked his beard, a smile appearing on his face as he nodded.
"Precisely."
He immediately explained further:
"Granted, you and I are both far stronger than those three, but we have only descended to the Lower Realm in possessed bodies. Uncertainties are bound to arise in battle."
"So it would be better to play it safe."
Qingshi nodded solemnly and said:
"You've thought this through thoroughly, Old Lu."
With the fatal lesson of Ningchan Cave's Jing Xian before them, the two who had descended from Ningchan Cave this time were clearly far more cautious.
Just as the two silently watched the image in the Spirit Mirror before them, waiting for the three to enter the abandoned Yangxian City, a Jade Slip inside Qingshi's sleeve suddenly began to vibrate with a buzz.
Without so much as glancing at the Jade Slip, Qingshi reached into his sleeve and took it out.
Throughout, his gaze never left the Spirit Mirror.
After taking out the Jade Slip, Qingshi held it in his palm and sent a strand of true essence into it.
A familiar woman's voice immediately sounded in his mind-
"Brother, where are you now? Thousand Threads and I