Li Yan took a few glances but did not continue forward. Instead, he frowned, as though waiting for the three behind him.
Seeing Li Yan standing ahead with his back to them, suddenly no longer moving,
Fa Ke, struggling onward, immediately cried misery in his heart and secretly cursed Li Yan without pause, practically using every vicious insult he knew.
He knew Li Yan did not want to go any farther down. Once the three of them had gathered, Li Yan would likely have them descend to pick the "Flowers of the Other Shore."
What was this? Was this not sending him to his death? At this moment, Monk Fa Ke had completely forgotten that he himself had done plenty of such things before.
Which time had it not been him coldly appointing several people to go down and harvest them? Any cultivator who refused to obey would suffer a savage beating from him.
At this moment, he only wished the distance were greater, though he also knew this had to be done. Otherwise, as the squad leader of this cell, if the mission could not be completed, he would be the one least able to escape responsibility.
When Monk Fa Ke, panting heavily, finally reached a spot not far from Li Yan's side, Li Yan's emotionless voice at last drifted over.
Yet what he said was not for Monk Fa Ke to go down and pick the "Flowers of the Other Shore" immediately, but rather a question.
"Are there other places? Are the 'Flowers of the Other Shore' you mentioned there really between three hundred and six hundred years old?"
As Li Yan spoke, he turned his head slightly.
Monk Fa Ke, who was still gasping and wiping sweat away, then felt the other man's gaze filled with a