By the cold spring stood two cultivators. The man was tall and lean, with bright eyes and sword-like brows, the lines of his face chiseled as if by a blade, exceptionally stern. The woman was graceful and slender, her features delicate and refined, her heroic air fully apparent—far beyond the dainty bearing of a little woman like Chen Yi!
The two stood perfectly straight. Though they showed no sign of vigilance, a chill and a sword intent emanated from them, like two sharp swords drawn from their sheaths, seemingly no less potent than the coldness rushing into the space before them!
These two were actually the sword cultivators Duan Yuming and Wang Xuyyao of the Huanjian Sect in Huan Kingdom!!!
However, the sword intent around them was now far more restrained than when they had first arrived in Meng Kingdom from Huan Kingdom. Clearly, their cultivation had advanced greatly.
The two seemed to have been standing there for quite some time. Wang Xuyyao grew somewhat impatient. Looking at the hole where the cold spring had vanished, she said in a low voice, "Senior Brother, they have probably already gone through. They will not be waiting inside. We should enter soon, or if we lose their trail, this trip will have been for nothing!"
"Do not be hasty, Junior Sister!" Duan Yuming stared intently at the icy coldness within the hole, his brows slightly furrowed. He said calmly, "When we entered the second layer just now, we were somewhat overconfident and were actually noticed by that Foundation Establishment brat. Although he did not find our traces, he must have told those Golden Core cultivators. Since they did not come out to search for us, they have likely set a trap beneath this hole and are waiting quietly for us to fall