Mo Ying's thoughts were exposed by Zhang Yan's single remark, causing her ears to flush with embarrassment.
Zhang Yan pondered for a moment, then said, "I will settle here to breathe for a while. In an hour, I'll set off. As for what you should do, you may decide for yourselves."
With that, he sat cross-legged on the stone platform, closed his eyes, and silenced his breathing, speaking no more.
Mo Ying deliberated briefly. This trip to the Demon Cave had allowed her sectmates to gather quite a few Spiritual Shells, even affording them the purchase of a Flying Boat. The hundred-mile distance ahead was neither short nor long, and now the Spiritual Energy here was so abundant it astonished her. If they ventured deeper into the Demon Cave, there would likely be even greater rewards—certainly worth the risk.
The key consideration, however, was that following Zhang Yan would mean that even if they encountered danger, as a senior of the sect, he could hardly stand by and do nothing.
