The two Golden Core cultivators looked at the temple with tightly closed doors, their spiritual power already activated.
Offering people as sacrifices, what does this temple enshrine?
Master Cangfeng nodded at Ye Xiao, then inflated his chest and gently blew out a breath.
In an instant, even Lu Qian, dozens of feet away, felt a sharp, bone-piercing chill.
Mingyu Sword Form: No Edge!
The mist-like vapor, neither truly mist nor cloud, flashed by swiftly, and the two doors of the temple instantly turned to powder.
The temple was silent and still, without any noise.
The two Golden Core cultivators stood at the door for a while, and after a brief discussion, Ye Xiao protected her body with a radiant treasure light and slowly walked inside.
She took a step, paused, took another step, and paused again, being cautious, but until she went deep into the temple, nothing happened.
She whispered, "Fellow Daoist Li, no anomalies. Come have a look at this, do you recognize it?"
