"Forget it, I appreciate your kind offer, but the person I'm looking for, you likely don't know her, she's just an ordinary person." Ye Shikai said with a faint smile. The person he was looking for lived more than two thousand years ago, and although he didn't know if these people before him were genuinely "enthusiastic" or had "ulterior motives," they couldn't possibly know He Linghan.
"Alright, then be careful, little brother. This time, there are tens of thousands of people entering the relics of Kunlun Mountain, and it's uncertain how many will survive."
"Friends, since you're here, you must be cultivators too. So why don't you go up there instead of waiting here?" Ye Shikai asked curiously. There were dozens of people here, divided into small groups, but they didn't seem to be a single party, rather like they gathered here to chat and get to know each other.
