To Li Yan, these female cultivators who had been sealed and planted with all manner of herbs were no different from any others, no matter how heavenly beautiful they were. He had no notion of cherishing the fairer sex.
After giving the last female cultivator only a cursory glance, Li Yan immediately performed a Soul Search on her as well.
This time, Li Yan's Soul Search did not last long. Yet no one saw the icy gleam that had already flashed through his eyes.
After roughly forty or fifty breaths, Li Yan quietly withdrew his palm. After seeming to ponder for a moment, he stepped back several paces.
At the same time, with a flick of his sleeve, the boxes, jade bottles, and materials on the ground all turned into streaks of light and vanished the next instant.
Li Yan then turned and walked toward the wooden hut's door, appearing as though he had already given up on this place. Yet after taking seven or eight steps, he suddenly stopped and abruptly turned around.
"Fellow Daoists, I see you have been hiding quite painfully. Why not come out and have a word with me?"
He suddenly spoke toward the front, even though aside from himself, only several cultivators remained here, all long unconscious and as lifeless as the dead.
As Li Yan spoke, a trace of mockery curled at the corner of his lips. When he turned around, his entire body was already facing one particular direction.
There stood the final sealed pair, a young man and woman. Their appearances were strikingly similar; at a glance, one could tell they shared blood ties, either close kin or cousins.
Li Yan's gaze repeatedly swept across their faces. Yet after he spoke those words, the young man and woman remained like the