"Dear fellow cultivators, it seems that the platform below is the gateway to the place where the senior sword cultivators attained enlightenment. Why don't you go there?" A sword cultivator dressed in a black robe looked at Zhao Yu and the others, arching his hand and speaking.
Zhao Yu and the others did not respond but looked towards Han Muye.
If it weren't for Han Muye mentioning something about nourishing the divine soul with fresh blood, they would have rushed over long ago.
"Creating a dojo in the jade snail shell, they entered that snail shell, wanting to come out alive. That's impossible," Han Muye shook his head, his eyes revealing a hint of profundity.
He turned around and walked towards the square.
"Let's go, this so-called place of the senior's enlightenment is just a pretense. There's only a trap here," Han Muye held Mu Wan's hand and walked towards the outskirts of the city.
"Buzz!"