A team moved slowly, advancing through the deep forest. There were many people in the team, and their cultivation wasn't bad; all were above the Second Spirit Knot, wearing uniform attire, seemingly from the same sect or organization.
The two leaders had reached the Four Spirits Seal, and their Essence did not leak at all, clearly masters.
Looking at the disciples behind them, one of the middle-aged men sighed and said, "I wonder how many of the sect's elite can survive after entering the ancient land."
Upon hearing this sigh, the other middle-aged man disagreed, saying, "Senior brother, I think you're overthinking. These disciples, though nurtured by the sect, need to see some blood. Otherwise, what use are they? They're flowers in a greenhouse and only through the trials of blood and fire can they become true talents."
