All of them were grain avoidance cultivators, who had yet to reach the realm of the soul condensation stage. Their Divine Senses were momentarily incapable of projecting outward. Therefore, if Hu Yong refused to perform this task, no one else could.
"Forget it, I hate trouble the most, so let's just spend some money. I have some 'conceal breath symbols' here that can temporarily seal your breath. As long as you don't deliberately mobilize a significant amount of mana, your breath won't leak, those ghost creatures won't be able to detect your presence, and we will be able to proceed safely." After hesitating for a moment, Hu Yong spoke as if he had made up his mind.
Following that, he turned his wrist, and in his palm, a flash of light revealed several talismans made of a blue material.
Upon seeing the Green Frost Paper, Shen Luo knew that these talismans were not ordinary low-grade ones, which made him understand why Hu Yong had been hesitant before.
