The stone statue cracked open, and a middle-aged cultivator appeared, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed.
Swish!
The next moment, he opened his eyes, and a dazzling light flashed in his gaze.
"Through the ages, someone actually entered this place," the middle-aged cultivator said, surprised upon seeing Lin Feng.
Lin Feng was exceptionally moved, not expecting the middle-aged cultivator to have "resurrected."
It seemed as if he saw a glimmer of hope for survival.
Lin Feng quickly said, "Junior came from the village where the Wu Clan is located, obtained the sheepskin scroll from the Old Clan Patriarch, and entered this place."
"I see…" The middle-aged man nodded, asking, "Do you have a sword?"
"Yes!"
Lin Feng hurriedly took out the Black Dragon Sword, Spring and Autumn Sword, and Wushang Sword, the three treasure swords he had acquired.
"Oh, you managed to collect quite a few good swords; it seems, perhaps, fate has led us here,"
