When the wind ceased, a woman was standing in front of Jiang Yue, Yu Nianzhen, and Ye Lin.
Seeing this, the three grew tense and couldn't help but take a step back.
"Senior." They called in unison.
At their call, the woman didn't react.
She looked at them, turned to the Rong family camp, and then took a step to the edge of the dry lake.
"Leave right away." She suddenly said.
'As expected, women are the most unreasonable.' Jiang Yue thought and sighed.
In fact, the woman was partly justified.
As core formation realm cultivators, they didn't have a share of the ancient tomb.
However, none of them was willing to give up.
"Senior, we are disciples of the Rong family in Frozen Lake City. We are waiting for our ancestor to arrive." Rong Yu said, hoping that mention of the family's ancestor would restrain the woman.
When the woman heard that, she sneered in derision.
