"No, no. I must wait until they appear. What that senior said cannot be wrong. They will appear..."
How could Meng Zhiyuan know what was happening inside the "Heavenly Spirit Cave"? If he had known, he would have gone in long ago.
He turned a deaf ear to his junior brothers and sisters, merely knocking his head against the ground with resounding thuds. The stone before him had already cracked.
He kept repeating those words, as though muttering to himself, yet also as though he had fallen into delirium.
Naturally, Meng Zhiyuan did not know that there was a teleportation array inside.
He had understood Pei Buchong's words back then to mean that anyone who could enter the "Heavenly Spirit Cave" possessed unfathomable magical power and the ability to take them away.
He believed the cave abode was only so large. Once Zhang Ming and that senior Daoist found the treasure, they would certainly come out. All he needed to do was beg with utmost sincerity.
For his clansmen's return, he could die. He could humble himself. He could cast aside all dignity.
He did not want to keep watching his clansmen die one after another like this. He did not want to see them confined to this land of restrictions, living without sight of sun or sky.
Many of the clansmen here did not even know what the outside world looked like—what a starry sky was, what green trees were, what warm sunlight was, what raging wind and torrential rain were...
He wanted them to know what the world outside truly looked like. This was the wish of his master and the others; this was his responsibility!
Time sped by. Pleas echoed through the surroundings, yet no one answered.
Meng Zhiyuan and the others grew increasingly anxious and desolate.