As Mào Jiàn turned and walked away, he left behind Ā Yáng, who watched his friend's departing figure with a long sigh. It seemed his friend was beyond saving, and Ā Yáng, though resolute, decided not to involve himself any further.
But then, a sudden change occurred!
Just as Mào Jiàn had taken only a few steps, his terrified voice rang out from a distance.
Startled, Ā Yáng looked up, his eyes full of confusion. The Tiānhuá mine was one of the most heavily guarded areas in the Tiānhuá Immortal Sect, where even personal disputes were forbidden. How could something strange happen here?
But before he could think further, the terrifying cries grew clearer, echoing directly into his mind, filling him with dread.
All around, the other cultivators in the Tiānhuá mine also stopped their work, the sound of mining abruptly ceasing. They looked around in alarm, trying to locate the source of the noise.
