Bai Ming took out six storage bags from within his Scarlet robe and tossed them at the band of spirit realm cultivators hovering before him.
"The twelve of you form six pairs and enter the mystic realm. I'll be going in alone, the storage bags I have allotted you contain a few life-saving treasures. But more importantly, they possess your future responsibilities, perform your duties to the very end." Bai Ming informed in an authoritative voice, he gave the group a stern look before darting towards the crescent crack in the void.
Weng, a flash of brilliance wrapped around Bai Ming as his figure immediately vanished.
The group of spirit realm cultivators stared at his fading figure with a blank expressions, before they began spewing vulgarities.
'What is he playing at? Why would he venture independently? hmm, I genuinely can't grasp him sometimes.' Teng Zhe sighed internally as he closely observed Bai Ming's body disappear into the darkness of the void.