With a Burial Master following him, Shi Hao felt confident. Unless a Supreme from the Different Domain personally came, there was nothing to fear from the invaders—they would all be slain.
In the mountains, one could see many traces left by trampling creatures, indicating a safe zone without much danger.
The Divine Medicine Mountain Range held great opportunities, but not everyone could simply break in; death awaited those who tried without caution.
"Sigh, I'm really worried. What if those cultivators from the Escapist One realm are too scared to enter? Wouldn't my efforts be wasted?" Shi Hao mused to himself.
Upon hearing this, the Burial Master remained expressionless and silent, like a walking corpse.
"I say, old Burial Master, can't you say something? Following me all this way and staying as silent as a gourd is so dull," Shi Hao complained.
The Burial Master opened his mouth, revealing sharp, snow-white teeth, and eerily said, "I think, your flesh must taste rather good."
