The Primal Chaos Energy disappeared, and what greeted everyone’s eyes was an ancient lamp. That lamp was just a simple oil lamp, and beneath it was a small bowl. There was a small amount of clear oil in the bowl, and there was a wick on the edge of the bowl.
However, this lamp hadn’t been lit, and the oil didn’t seem to be much either.
The eyes of Hua Du and the other six hall masters flashed, and they suddenly charged towards that oil lamp. Just as they charged out, Lan Yutian had already snatched the oil lamp in his hand.
The Hua du Hall master hurriedly stopped, but when he saw that the four hall masters were still rushing towards Lan Yutian, he hurriedly shouted, “Don’t go! Quickly retreat --”
His figure retreated, but the four hall masters already had no time to retreat.
