The three cultivators had just left the valley, all of them bearing multiple injuries. They looked at each other, and the leader among them took out a piece of snow-white talisman paper. The talisman paper floated in midair as he lightly tapped it a few times.
The talisman paper burst into flames in a blink, turning into a pile of ash. The leader blew hard, and the ash transformed into a homing pigeon that vanished in the blink of an eye.
Chu Yi and his companion were fiddling with the items they had taken from the tomb. They hadn't fully explored the massive tomb due to the interference of the three from Yunxiao Sect, which had completely disrupted their plans.
Chu Yi sat on the bed, gazing at the spear in front of him and caressing the ring on his hand. He was sure that neither the ring nor the spear were ordinary items, but at his current level, he couldn't discern anything special about either object.
