As Xiao Yun Sect's thoughts raced, he had already thought of one possibility: the short-haired young man before him was likely a cultivator who had deliberately entered this place in search of materials.
The moment that thought arose, his heart burned with excitement. This undoubtedly meant that since the other party dared come here, he must have a way to return.
Then this short-haired young man before him was heaven-sent good fortune, his chance to escape danger. Xiao Yun Sect's heart immediately pounded wildly. The heavens had finally opened their eyes upon him.
He was also quite astonished that this short-haired young man was so bold as to come to such a place that swallowed people whole without even spitting out their bones.
But this also showed that the other party's cultivation was certainly not shallow. Judging merely from the faint aura he emitted, he was very likely a Spirit Transformation cultivator, or at worst, a cultivator in the middle or late Nascent Soul stage.
With such uncertainty in his judgment, he could not rashly make a move. If he failed to strike in one blow, the other party might flee far away.
Moreover, in his current state, and under the suppression of the damn heavenly laws of this lower realm, he had no confidence at all in defeating a Spirit Transformation cultivator.
If the other party was truly familiar with this place, then once he lost track of him, he would truly lose his best chance of escape.
Thus, Xiao Yun Sect immediately wondered whether he should release a trace of his aura and let the other party discover him, so that he could judge the short-haired young man's true cultivation through the possibility of him attacking.
If the short-haired young man possessed only true Nascent Soul Realm strength,