The group tiptoed into the valley.
Deep within the Taiyi Spiritual Acupoint, they saw Qin Xuan sitting cross-legged beside the Spiritual Pool. True Essence surged around his body like a raging river, and every so often, a cyan light flared, resonating with the Earth Vein beneath his feet.
"Han Mo is in the final stages of refining the Blessed Land. He's at his weakest right now."
The yellow-faced man's eyes gleamed with greed.
He saw that Qin Xuan's back was turned to them, completely defenseless.
A few Loose Cultivators grew impatient and were about to rush forward, but the yellow-faced man stopped them. He gestured with his hand and sent a voice transmission to the group.
"Don't be hasty. This could be a trap."
The Loose Cultivators slowly advanced.
After they had all crept to within a few feet of Qin Xuan, they saw he was still completely motionless, seemingly immersed in the Refinement of the Blessed Land.
