“It’s a sage weapon! Who was it that broke open the seal?”

“It was someone from the Watson Association! They sensed the sagely might and started digging here. Sadly for them, they hit the temple's spell formation and ended up getting killed. Look, see that blood? That's all that’s left of them.”

“The Watson Association is a big daoist sect from the Quake-Dawn Continent. They have as many experts as the sky has clouds. And yet their entire group here got killed? How strong is that spell formation? Are you telling me we’re going to be forced to just sit here looking at that sage weapon, unable to take it away? Does anyone else have the guts to try to break the sealing mark?”

“Not me! After what happened to the people from the Watson Association, there’s no way I’ll do something that stupid.”

A whole host of experts stood outside of the temple, looking in at the sage weapon, shaking their heads. Not a single one of them dared to take a step forward, for fear of being attacked in deadly fashion.

A long moment passed, and eventually, someone couldn’t resist the temptation...