Although Xing Yan didn't give a definite answer, the implication of his words was already quite clear.
"Thank you, Master, for your trust!"
"Hmm, your and your fellow disciple's cultivation is too low. Go back and continue your practice. You must at least reach the level of Warrior King."
"Yes, Master!"
Once again, they submerged into the molten lava. After passing through layers of scorching magma, the two quickly landed on a giant red stone platform.
"Who would've thought we'd end up taking a native as our master? Imagine if our ancestors found out, would we be sacrificed as offerings to them!"
"The law of the jungle; we are just trying to survive!"
"Besides, Elder Chu did things far more shameless than us!" Song Chengwen said with a cold smile.
"That's true; we should just focus on our cultivation. In no more than ten years, I can break through to Daluo!" Li Chengsong's eyes gleamed with a hint of brilliance.
