The cultivation realm is full of deceit, changing in the blink of an eye.
Li Ji'an anticipated many possibilities, thinking the worst outcome would be encountering uncontrollable risks, thus having to painfully abandon the opportunity.
Yet, he never imagined it would unfold in such a manner.
Duanmu Qin's face was ashen, her breath unsteady.
Watching the jade pendant played with in Fu Hanxing's hand, her eyes flickered, finally relenting, she slightly bowed, her face showing a pleading look, "I am Duanmu Qin, and have met Young Master Fu. I beg Young Master Fu to show mercy and grant us a path to survival. I am willing to reveal the truth about the past events of this cave mansion."
"I'm all ears." Fu Hanxing nodded slightly.
Duanmu Qin took a deep breath, her eyes slightly focused as if immersed in memory, "I once saved an old man, and he said that he had been to an ancient cultivator's tomb..."
