They ventured deep into the clouds.
Along the way, Su Mo indeed discovered that the deeper they went, the more people were hidden in the surrounding mist.
The path where the coffin was laid down seemed to be just an entrance.
The entrance was undefended, like a large pocket.
Or perhaps the mouth of a giant beast.
One could enter unhindered, but once inside, leaving would be extremely difficult.
As they went further inside, they encountered many disciples of the Jinglong Association.
These people were not much different from disciples of ordinary sects.
Some practiced martial arts, some studied, and some sparred in pairs, with quite impressive techniques.
Jiang Lan saw this scene, couldn't help but furrow his brows, curl his mouth, and let out a cold snort.
Di Wu Jing glanced at him, knowing he was comparing the disciples of the Jinglong Association with those of the Imperial Dao.
He smiled lightly, indifferent.
He led the way upward.
