Releasing his consciousness, it took him a few seconds to return to his own body. His mouth twitched in astonishment, and the shock in his eyes was unmistakable. This was undoubtedly the most bizarre trap he had ever encountered, but what intrigued him even more was the red liquid with astonishing teleportation capabilities.
Smirking to himself for a moment, Yan Xiaobao watched as wave after wave of experts entered the room. Mistakenly assuming Yan Xiaobao to be a Saint due to his composed demeanor and persistent silence, no one dared to provoke him.
Yan Xiaobao knew that the Saint had been teleported back to the tomb's starting point but said nothing. However, each time a group of people disappeared as beams of prismatic light, he observed where they reappeared. Every batch of cultivators was sent back to the tomb's entrance. From this, he deduced that the Saint would soon return.
