The world's fortunes are not plentiful.
To take one's share is to reduce another's.
The more people involved in such a Secret Realm, the less opportunity there is to go around!
"You mean I should contact Yuqing Pavilion?"
Qi Yu rubbed his temples, feeling somewhat of a headache.
In his heart, he was also wavering. Up to now, there'd been absolutely no contact from his sect's Divine Thought.
To keep waiting like this...
If an accident were to happen.
How would he bear the blame should the Taoist sects hold someone responsible?
Before Chen Li could answer.
Outside the Secret Realm's array patterns, a gust of strong wind suddenly arose.
A series of Flying Swords hovered over Snow Mountain, a mighty team swept over from the distant sky. In just a dozen breaths, they arrived before the array patterns of Snow Mountain.
"I heard this place was under the protection of array patterns, and thought there must be some remarkable treasure defending the mountain..."
