Immortal Baimei and other Golden Pill Monks stared intently at the octagonal tower before them.
Some, unable to help themselves, took a few steps forward.
Then, as if waking from a dream, quickly stepped back, stood with their hands folded in front, showing they had no other intention, just a subconscious reaction.
Such a reaction could not be considered anything but swift.
No one around them, also Golden Pill Monks, laughed; they all stood respectfully and looked at the person at the very front with desirous eyes.
Jiang Ding said nothing and slowly walked into the octagonal tower.
"Lord Tushan,"
a Golden Pill Monk said respectfully, "Would you require us to scout ahead? Although the Formation Method is broken, there might still be traps or curses inside; the situation is unclear. With your most valuable life, you should not risk danger."
Many Golden Pill Monks looked at him with surprise.
