Just wait here, wait until the Temple people lose patience?
In the past, that might have been a perfect idea.
But right now, Ye Haochuan didn't have that kind of time.
He only had half a year to raise his cultivation; time was already stretched to the limit.
If the Temple stayed camped here for a few months, then even if his luck was off the charts and he broke through the Western Wastes Poisonous Miasma, he'd have no time left to improve his own strength.
"Take the risk!"
Ye Haochuan gritted his teeth and abruptly had his Divine Sense Incarnation spread his divine sense outward.
A stone dropped into the lake, waves surging a thousandfold—once that divine sense unfurled, over half of the Temple cultivators sensed it, shooting out from their hiding spots and flying straight toward the Divine Sense Incarnation.
Ye Haochuan controlled the Divine Sense Incarnation to move rapidly, luring these people off in another direction.
"It's him!"
