Jiang Man felt that these people were not direct enough. Why hadn't they just said there were Spirit Sources from the start?
It would have been better for everyone.
The time wasted would have been enough for him to cultivate several times.
Jiang Man walked farther inside.
There were quite a few little hills, all with some writing on them.
And the writing grew increasingly difficult to see.
Most asked people to do something, then mentioned a reward afterward.
"Are all of these fake?" Jiang Man asked curiously.
"The ones farther in are real." The Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor's voice came from ahead, unhurried.
Jiang Man stopped, his eyes brightening slightly, and instinctively started to turn back.
But the moment he stopped, the other man continued, "But to you, they're all fake. Spell Arts, cultivation methods, Law Treasures, divine objects-none of them exist." "Why?" Jiang Man asked in confusion.
"Because someone already took them all. You won't even get a mouthful of soup coming here," the Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor said mercilessly. "You don't think I've waited all these years in the core and only ever met you, do you?"
Jiang Man froze. "Wasn't it two people?"
This time, it was the Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor's turn to be surprised. "Why would you think it was two?"
"Wasn't Ting Fengyin the first?" Jiang Man asked.
"You know that great figure too?" The Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor's voice changed noticeably, carrying a measure of shock.
Puzzled, Jiang Man asked, "Was he already a great figure when he came?"
The Nine Provinces Imperial Preceptor fell silent for a moment. When he spoke again, a trace of emotion had entered his voice. "No. It was just that one day, when I thought of that name, I sensed a great terror. He seemed to