Wang Hao didn't have time to care about the life and death of the Han family and the others. He stepped into the cave first. What he was concerned with now was just how many ancient elixirs were in this underground palace ruins!
Judging from the dense herbal scent, there must be spirit grass over a thousand years old in this underground palace ruins, and they were perfectly intact.
"This herbal scent seems to be coming from the east side!"
Chong Yu took a deep breath and roughly identified the direction the scent was coming from, softly speaking beside Wang Hao.
"Let's go!"
Wang Hao trusted Chong Yu's judgment, not just because of his terrifying cultivation level, but also because the two of them were now like grasshoppers tied to the same string; they prosper or suffer together!
"Heir, the situation outside seems to be getting worse!"
