The night was dark like ink and the moon hung high in the sky.
Faint rays of light reflected off the land and brightened this mountain rage that was without people, making it look even lonelier than normal.
Ling Xian descended from midair and Huang Jiu Ge turned into her human form. Their eyes were flickering with anticipation.
"We are here. The grave of the omnipotent." Han Qing Xue smiled.
Hearing this, the space between Ling Xian's brows lit up and a violent storm generated and stomped across the mountains.
Then, he sent his soul to search around but didn't find any unusualness or traces of traps.
He stopped worrying. After all, Han Qing Xue was merely a stranger and he had to be on guard.
"You are no longer worried now, right?"
Han Qing Xue smiled faintly and clapped her hands, "Let me introduce two people to you. Don't worry, I will split my share of the treasures with them."
Just then, two young men appeared. They were both at the peak of the original level.