Dongfang Yinghao had been moved by Yang Yuanhong's words. After hearing this, he did not immediately state his position, instead lowering his head, his face filled with conflict.
Just as had been said before, he admired and yearned for the bearing and temperament Yang Yuanhong displayed.
As the most gifted junior of the Dongfang Family, he had stayed home in quiet cultivation for many years, and he knew full well just how great his family's expectations for him were.
No matter how anxious the elders in his family had been before, they had never forced him. They had done everything they could to guide him patiently, hoping he could walk out of this knot in his heart on his own.
This time, his decision to leave home was also because he wished to make a breakthrough in his state of mind.
At first, everything had gone smoothly. During the hunt for Demon Beasts, his mentality had improved somewhat as well.
But then this strange heavy fog descended without warning, the cultivators beside him died one after another, and he himself fell into danger. It had sent him straight back to square one.
"Should I stop here... or continue deeper..."
Dongfang Yinghao struggled inwardly.
What he truly wanted was undoubtedly to continue onward alongside Yang Yuanhong.
He had seen through the problems with the hunting grounds so clearly before. How could he not know that there was great danger within, but also great treasure?
Yet that inborn fear, almost instinctive in nature, simply refused to be dispelled.
He opened his mouth several times, wanting to speak, but whenever he was about to answer, the horrifying image of himself being torn apart and devoured by those Demon Beasts appeared in his mind.
After going back and forth several times, he grew somewhat