Seeing the bizarre smile on Yang Zhen's face, everyone present had their hearts in their throats.
Elder Qian, looking grave, watched Yang Zhen. After a moment's hesitation, he spoke, "Young friend Yang, do you really intend to enter the Sealed Land again?"
The Thousand-Spirit Saintess furrowed her brows, wanted to speak but hesitated, took a deep breath, and stood quietly in place, deeply gazing at Yang Zhen.
The silent Sha Clan Elder walked up to Yang Zhen, sighed, and said, "Young friend Yang, our Sha Clan owes you twice over. However, we're a declining clan. After narrowly escaping death, we decided to return to our ancestral lands. The Sealed Land... I advise you not to go."
"Yes, Yang Zhen, the aura within the Black Pool is too peculiar. Everyone who approached the Black Pool was injured mentally. In their delirium, they rushed crazily into the Black Pool. Only Elder Lu Qiju managed to resist for a moment, but in the end, he too failed to escape."
