Forty years is almost a lifetime for an ordinary person.
For low-level cultivators like them, it's considered a significant portion of their life.
In those forty years, Wang Hao had traversed almost every corner of the Mangcang Mountain, never having heard of the Secret Realm mentioned by the two elders.
As for the Moon Lake into which the two elders entered one after another?
An eerie glint flashed in Wang Hao's eyes as he secretly followed the two elders.
"Isn't this Moon Lake forbidden by the Master? How dare they submerge down there?"
With such murmurs on his lips, Wang Hao's steps didn't falter. Decades later, he followed Elder Guo and Elder Huang into the lake.
Unlike the two elders, who needed True Qi to hold the water back after entering the lake, the crescent-shaped spiritual artifact around Wang Hao's neck glowed as soon as he stepped in, allowing him to breathe while gradually concealing his presence until he was completely invisible.
