Two days passed.
A distorted space rippled, much like a surface of water disturbed by a tossed stone.
A hand reached out, groping around for clues, followed by the silhouette of a person stepping out, curiously observing the surroundings.
After this person, six more silhouettes emerged from the distorted space in succession.
"Senior Qian, there's not a soul in sight! It seems that this place is within a cavern in a mountain.”
"How thin the spiritual energy is here! It seems that this is not the cave of blessings suitable for cultivation at all, it's just a primitive land.”
"So, is this where Teale hides?"
"And where the hell is Victor? He didn't even wait for us here!"
...
The explorers in the front turned their heads towards the elder at the end - a sharp-eyed and robust man with a hawk's nose.
The elder, named Maurice, was the fourth elder of the Linghua sect and was a grand-master cultivator in the Heavenly Yuan realm.