"So it appears that the silver-haired elder has already passed away," Han Li murmured to himself before raising his head to look at the top of the cave, seemingly immersed in deep thoughts.
Originally, the ceiling of the cave seemed to have been broken through by a Ghost Spirit Sect cultivator, but after hundreds of years, there were now no signs of repair.
Seeing Han Li lost in thought, the large man surnamed Meng didn't dare show any abnormal reaction and maintained a respectful expression on his face.
Suddenly, Han Li flicked his sleeve without any warning, and a mass of cyan mist swept up towards the large man's head.
The large man was startled, but before any other thoughts could turn in his mind, everything went dark and he lost consciousness.
Han Li glanced at the large man who had fallen unconscious on the ground, then suddenly flicked his fingers back toward the Array behind him, sending out several streaks of golden sword Qi.
