The next day, at the crack of dawn, Mu Xiaoxiao, who was on the last watch, woke the other two.
After learning what had happened in the ruins, they decided to descend the mountain rather than linger in the range at the heart of the site.
The mountain range, while full of opportunities, was also full of danger.
Heaven only knew how many Martial King Realm—or even Martial Emperor Realm—mummified corpses had been released from the various main and side halls by the crowds swarming the Blood Sect ruins.
With their meager strength, if they encountered a Martial King Realm being, they would be facing certain death, likely without even a chance to flee.
Treasures were great, but one had to know their own limits. Even if you could snatch a treasure, you had to be alive to use it.
Chu Qingyun and Mu Xiaoxiao had also discussed trying to stop others from opening the halls, but they concluded it was practically impossible.
First of all, the others might not believe them.
