Watching the mustached man's greedy look, I felt a spark of temptation myself.
Multiple people had mentioned that the Immortal Slaying Sect was once the top sect of its time. Getting an opportunity here could completely transform my life.
"Let's get moving. We're wasting time," I said, anxious about what was happening in the outside world.
The mustached man rolled his eyes. "What's the rush? I need to get ready. This is the Immortal Slaying Sect. Touch the wrong thing and we'll be trapped here forever."
He pulled several magical artifacts from his pocket.
The items looked strange - pestles, bowls, and things covered in dense writing.
I couldn't help asking, "What are those?"
The mustached man answered, "Got these from Western Buddhism. They carry the purest faith power and work as protection."
I nodded without asking more questions.
I was completely drained, so I used this chance to rest.
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Outside world.
