The lake's rippling light swayed across the dry lakebed, also illuminating the cultivators who had been shaken loose.
The light was bright; looking up, they could even see brilliant sunlight spilling down.
Yet at that moment, Yan Wuxiong's heart was ice-cold.
Countless fragments of information rapidly pieced themselves together in his mind.
Xin Zhao... That name sounds familiar. He seems to be a sect cultivator from Great Jin...
...Cultivators disappearing in the Sen Kingdom... Holy Son...
I was right. There really is something wrong with Great Jin!
As he pondered this.
The refined, middle-aged cultivator addressed as "Senior Xin Zhao" frowned and said:
"Are you new? How can you be so ignorant? How dare you address me by name so casually!"
"Yes, yes! It was my ignorance. Please forgive me, Senior, please forgive me..."
The bloated figure hurriedly offered an apologetic smile.
The refined, middle-aged cultivator snorted and said no more. With a wave of his hand, he pushed the sleeping cultivators, one after another, into the empty, peculiar law artifacts resembling pill furnaces.
Soon, Gold Core cultivators stepped forward, forming hand seals and chanting incantations over these cultivators, even feeding them certain things.
Yan Wuxiong silently exchanged a glance with the young cultivator beside him. Both saw a trace of bewilderment in the other's eyes.
They went to such lengths to capture these cultivators and bring them here, placing them on these law artifacts. What for?
Yan Wuxiong could not help wondering.
The bloated Zhang Yao also looked around cautiously and curiously.
Soon, however, the refined, middle-aged cultivator turned around and looked coldly at Zhang Yao:
"What are you still doing here?"
Zhang Yao hurriedly took the hint and excused himself.
"Wait!"
The refined, middle-aged cultivator glanced at him, then said coldly:
"There weren't enough this time. Bring some