At the same time, in a deserted place a hundred meters away from York Mountain, an old man who was covered in a black robe was sitting on the ground, emitting a terrifying aura.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a treasure at the foot of York Mountain that could absorb spiritual power and soul power." The old man said in a very low voice.
"The treasure at the foot of York Mountain must be precious. Once it is known by others, it is likely to face a catastrophe. No, this matter must be reported to the sect leader as soon as possible." The old man said with a serious expression on his face. With a flash, he disappeared from where he stood. When he appeared again, he was already at the foot of a barren mountain hundreds of kilometers away.
"Sir, I have something important to report to you!" The old man knelt on the ground and said respectfully.
"Get up." An old man said.
Then, he stood up with respect.