Something flickered deep within Wen Ran's eyes the instant his master's words echoed out. Drawing from memories of countless lifetimes spent navigating the turbulent currents of higher cultivation realms, he instinctively sensed that no one would seal away mere mortals without purpose.
A hidden treasure perhaps, Wen Ran mused thoughtfully, his heart quickening slightly. Or maybe an ancient inheritance that had long slumbered beneath the notice of immortals. Mortals, blind to the aura of power, would serve as perfect guardians for a secret so profound. Still, perhaps I'm simply letting my imagination run wild… Surely other powerful experts must have thought the same at some point. Yet the village remains untouched, undisturbed by cultivators' hands. Perhaps, just perhaps, with the system by my side…
Wen Ran's gaze grew distant, already lost in schemes as he envisioned himself capitalizing on the unfolding chaos.
