The gaunt cultivator clasped his hands into his sleeves, sighing, "What a pity about that spirit cave."
The strange-faced cultivator, on the contrary, felt relieved, saying, "Why do you say so, senior brother? That realm is so close to Linqing Temple, it will inevitably be exposed sooner or later. If Zhang Yan comes again, how shall we two face him?"
The gaunt cultivator deeply agreed; having barely escaped with their lives from Zhang Yan before, he was unwilling to face him again.
At this moment, they suddenly saw a black smoke flying towards them from afar. His expression turned serious as he reached out to catch it, immediately gathering the smoke into a ball, transforming it into a flying book. Upon opening it, he couldn't help but jump up and curse loudly, "Bastard! Whose idea was this?"
The strange-faced cultivator asked puzzled, "Senior brother, why are you so angry?"
