After speaking, Xu Ping abruptly changed the topic, his eyes scanning the battlefield in disarray and the crowd still in shock. With a grave expression, he asked:
"Fellow Daoist Sikong, forgive Xu Mou for being blunt, but what exactly is happening with this Ancient Demon Hall? Why do late-stage Nascent Soul ancients keep appearing, breaking the rules?"
"You ventured deep into this place, so you must... know something of the matter, right?"
Sikong Ziyan heard this, and a complex and hesitant look flashed in his eyes.
He glanced at Xu Ping and then at the other cultivators around who were pricking up their ears. After a moment of pondering, he finally sighed.
Xu Ping's divine techniques were comparable to those of a late-stage Nascent Soul cultivator; he would know about this matter sooner or later.
Sikong Ziyan waved his hand to set up a restriction that blocked Divine Sense detection, enveloping both him and Xu Ping.
