In the depths of the Demon Cave, a white-robed cultivator with a tall hair bun fled in panic. Only upon reaching a stone wall did he stop, bowing deeply and anxiously saying, "Honored One, there's a disturbance at the Sea Eye, it seems the Mingcang Sect has sent cultivators down to investigate again."
After a moment, the stone wall trembled. Then, dry, hard gray mud fell from above, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes. In a hoarse voice, it said, "Haven't people been coming down every year for so many years? Just deal with it cautiously, why bother waking me?"
Hearing the displeasure in his voice, the white-robed cultivator hurriedly explained, "It wasn't my intention to disturb you, Honored One, but this time the people coming down are different. Their mana is formidable, and they have been descending continuously, probing deep for dozens of miles, as if they've sensed something."
"Oh?"
