Shh!
The talisman paper exploded suddenly, transforming into a ring of blue light, and in the middle was a somewhat damaged circular water mirror—an image on the screen.
A white-haired old man covered in blood, holding a white longsword full of rust marks, stood atop a high cliff,
his face filled with a look of utter desperation.
"I am Xue Lingzi, one of the leaders of this expedition. If anyone sees this message talisman, it means
I'm about to be unable to hold on any longer," he said.
He looked around, a trace of confusion in his eyes.
"The expedition has failed. No, it can't be considered a failure. The insect queen self-destructed. Among us cultivators, only one in ten survived,
the losses were devastating. Perhaps we truly won't be able to return this time. If anyone sees this piece of talisman paper, please tell Huang Zongxian that I won't be able to go back and drink with him anymore. Take care."
The scene abruptly switched from the old man to a vast yellow plain.
