For safety's sake, it must not be disturbed.
As her man, it's only natural to guard her with all my might.
Someone is coming.
It's an elderly man in a gray robe, with a head of crane-white hair, white eyebrows, and a white beard, his skin wrinkled beyond years, making it impossible to discern his age. He wore no expression, but his eyes glared sharply at the two of them as he shouted, "Who are you people? What are you doing?"
The old voice, Mo Liancheng recognized at once, was that of the elder from the Hero Tomb, the same elder who had agreed back then to let him pick a Shaping Essence Grass. The thought that this elder could freely walk within the God Burying Valley was astonishing to Mo Liancheng, yet he replied, "Senior, my wife is currently cultivating; it's a critical moment, so we hope you can accommodate us."
"I am asking, who are you?"
"We came openly from outside, with no malice." No malice—just lacking good intentions.
