Young Master Yun was still burdened with heavy worries.
The middle-aged cultivator was startled, "Go back? Back where?"
The skinny elder said annoyedly, "Go back the way we came!"
The middle-aged cultivator was anxious, "What about the opportunity? You don't want it anymore? After all the trouble we've gone through..."
The skinny elder sneered, "Don't you understand? This matter is no longer within our reach..."
"Or rather, it was never within our reach in the first place!"
"We were just pawns sent to gather information, and now that the news has been sent back, naturally, those above us will plan the next move."
"The territory of Dali Mountain will sooner or later turn into a slaughterhouse."
"If we stay any longer, we really won't have a single path to life left!"
The middle-aged cultivator frowned, "Because of Mystery Demon Ancestor?"
The skinny elder sighed, "Not only that..."