In a secluded cave deep within the mountains, Yun Zhen, Fan Yu, and Sun Xinyue blocked the entrance, panting heavily and their expressions still betraying an unresolved panic.
"Who on earth is that kid, and how could his cultivation level be so profound?" Yun Zhen's face was extremely grim.
To think that he had received the inheritance of that great power, cultivated diligently all his life, and bided his time, only to be defeated by a mere youth in the end.
A hundred years of time, what was it all for?
"Master, what should we do now?" Sun Xinyue's heart was filled with fear. She had not expected that even her master could not defeat Xiao Chen.
"I have expended too much mana to activate the Spatial Umbrella once. I must replenish it immediately," Yun Zhen stated.
Yun Zhen knew that Xiao Chen would probably not let matters rest and would continue to search for him.
There wasn't much time; he had to take drastic measures.
