"Forget it, regardless of the origin, since beings in the Mahayana realm have appeared, it seems the matter truly cannot be concealed any longer. It is sensible to spread the news wide and gamble with their power. It's better than missing the critical moment and gaining nothing." The masked man's eyes flickered a few times before finally making up his mind. He immediately shook his sleeve and twisted his body, disappearing into the void.
At this moment, Han Li was already walking down a street, entering and exiting several fairly large shops to replenish some spare materials, but without purchasing much else. He then went directly to a relatively secluded inn, rented a private courtyard, and began cultivating in seclusion without further venturing out.
Three days later, Han Li returned to the square with a tinge of peculiar color on his face, and found Ancestor Hua Shi and Zhu Guo'er, who had been waiting there, and brought them back to the residence.
