This development stirred quiet discussions among the cultivators who had chosen to remain with Riley. Whispers drifted through the ranks like a cold wind, carrying both doubt and apprehension.
Agitation was palpable more than anything else.
"Shouldn't we follow them too?" one of the Void Tribulation experts finally voiced what many had been thinking. His brows were furrowed in uncertainty as he looked toward the horizon where the others had departed. "What if they find a better opportunity? What if we're left behind?"
An old man seated cross-legged on a flat rock slowly opened his eyes. His hair was long and silver, and a strange, star-like gleam shimmered in his pupils. He was known only as Daoist Third Eye, a revered seer whose divinations had, over the years, proven disturbingly accurate.
This was also a man that was already old even in the Void Tribulation powerhouses who followed Riley to come in this continent.
