Qin Ming said, "Are you still going there?"
"To have a closer look." The Chairman insisted on proceeding, nearing that domain.
"At this time, who would dare approach?" The Old Silkworm immediately noticed a silver-haired woman, as though a Heavenly Immortal had descended upon the world, quietly arriving.
As the night dispersed, a Great Brightness flourished here. When the Chairman appeared, the Old Silkworm's pupils widened, beginning to doubt life itself. Another ancient figure emerged, and it was a person the tomb master himself had depicted during his lifetime.
The Old Silkworm's hands trembled as he held the Five-colored Jade Book, his heart filled with trepidation. No matter the era, the resurgence of the ancients is a seismic event.
How long had it been, with three consecutive arrivals of ancient strongest?
The Old Silkworm's eyes were vacant. What kind of era was this? He felt he couldn't understand or adapt to it.
He murmured, "Can they... appear as a group like this?"
