The very bottom of the cave was extremely spacious, and far from being pitch-black.
Rather than a cave, it was more like a stone hall, temporarily carved out using Divine Techniques.
A dozen or so Male and Female Cultivators, all clad in Profound Black Magical Robes, stood leaning against the walls. Their gazes were cold, and each carried a Longsword on their back.
The Cultivator in the lead appeared to be a handsome young man in his early twenties. He carried a Great Bow with a copper frame and iron sinew that emanated a dark glow. Faint phantoms of flame flickered around his body, radiating an oppressive heat.
The Cultivators' gazes toward Ling Changqing were filled with a hint of confusion, as well as a poorly concealed excitement.
Ling Changqing surveyed his surroundings, instantly gaining a clear understanding of his current predicament.
"...Young Master Tang, my mission is complete!"
A small, gaunt, masked Male Cultivator bowed to the young man, his tone reverent.
