Several Samadhi True Fire fireballs shot out, turning the bodies of four people into flying ash.
"Fellow Daoist Wang, may you successfully establish your foundation in your next life,"
Ning Daoran sighed.
He wasn't talking from a position of discomfort; he felt that Wang Chongyan shouldn't have participated in this exploration of the secret realm.
After all, unlike other cultivators, Wang Chongyan could not rely on cultivating spirit rice to become stronger. Like all cultivators, he had to seize every opportunity, or else he would ultimately perish in regret.
After collecting everyone's storage bags, he glanced at the cave mansion of the ancient cultivator behind the prohibition.
He had no desire whatsoever to explore the mystery, not even the desire to open the prohibition to retrieve the Liuhe Stones.
This cave mansion, he feared, was more than ten times more dangerous than the outside world!
