"There's something else?"
Qin Fang's eyes lit up, and he quickly asked what it was.
But his master said he didn't know either. He had only spotted a light source around a corner fifty-nine meters in, but he couldn't see clearly what it was...
Because he couldn't go any farther.
"This place is truly bizarre. The cold air intensifies layer by layer. Even I can only make it to the sixty-meter mark... and I can't stay for long. I dare not venture deeper."
His master was also a little shaken.
His Cultivation was at the Peak of Anjin, not far from Huajin.
Although he was older now and his physical functions had declined somewhat... being forced back by the cold like this was a first for him.
His master's words made Qin Fang nod. He had already suspected there was something else inside, and his master's account only confirmed his theory.
The master and disciple returned to the stone bowl and saw that about one more drop of the mysterious liquid had collected inside.
