The remnants of High-Grade Spirit Stones lay scattered as the luminous glow from the formation vanished into thin air. A pungent fishy odor permeated the surroundings, blending with the cries that echoed through the air, making it difficult to discern whether the wailing originated from the tormented souls or their young master.
Despite their numerous attempts at setting up various formations, the odds of successfully breaking through two realms simultaneously remained dishearteningly slim. This marked only the second instance they had witnessed a cultivator achieving such a feat, the first being their young lady.
Old Ai, his voice devoid of emotion, responded to their inquiries with a cryptic tone, unsettling Old Wi and even disrupting Old Ping's recovery. "I cannot say," he replied, his words shrouded in enigma. "Unlike our young lady's meticulously planned breakthrough, we could only provide minimal preparations for the young master."
