The night wind suddenly became a little cold. The wind blew on the gravel-covered ground, making a small sound.
For some reason, Caspian felt that there was a faint smell of blood on the way to the mine. In his mind, the cultivator, who was wrapped in bandages, the families that had disappeared and the higher-ups that had been forgotten by their family members were constantly appearing.
Masters of Heaven’s Edge Sect had said during the lecture that the path of cultivation was a path of plundering. But in the understanding of Caspian, it was like a forest full of trees. Every cultivator was one of the trees. Some trees could grow very tall because they plundered the nutrients of the other trees around them. The trees that had been deprived of nutrients looked short, just like the cultivators at the bottom.
If his guess was right, what the Setting Sun Gate did this time was not only to plunder the nutrients of other trees. They would even destroy the soil, rain, and sunshine that provided them with nutrients.
This was too much… And vaguely, Caspian felt that the purpose of the Setting Sun Gate might be more than that. They might have other ideas. As for the answer, Caspian was looking for it now.
The mine was huge, but there was only one entrance. Because the staff had long been dismissed, the mine at night became quieter and strange The pitch-black mine entrance was like a giant mouth opened by a giant beast.
The falling moonlight couldn’t shine in. At first glance, it was as if the huge mouth had swallowed the moonlight.
The entrance to the mine was not far ahead. But at this time, Caspian saw a figure standing there facing him. Under the moonlight, the old man’s face looked extremely cold without any unnecessary expression.
Caspian stopped and let out a sigh of relief. “Mr. Qin, the gatekeeper…”
Mr. Qin’s waist was still stooped, and his thin body swayed slightly in the night wind. It was as if the wind could blow him down and smash him into pieces. However, Caspian did not underestimate him because Mr. Qin looked weak. In fact, the other party could detect his appearance at this time proved that the other party was not only a gatekeeper.
“It seems that you are not surprised by my appearance,” Mr. Qin looked at Caspian and opened his mouth slightly, making an old voice.
Caspian took a few steps forward and said with a smile, “I’ve thought about it for a long time.”
“Oh?” Mr. Qin frowned.
Because his face was full of wrinkles, his frown did not look obvious.
“It’s too unreasonable for such a large mine to be guarded by an old cultivator who has exhausted all his blood without being checked by the Upper Sect.”
Caspian shook his head and said, “It’s not your fault. You are good at hiding. To be honest, until now, I still don’t know what your real realm is. If there is a flaw, you can only say that your teammates are all pigs.”
“Pigs?” Mr. Qin’s eyes lit up.
It seemed that he quite agreed with Caspian’s words.
Speaking of this, Mr. Qin glanced at Caspian and said coldly, “If I guess correctly, you came here tonight because you saw something wrong from Lion Morgan.”
Caspian was a little embarrassed. “Sir, you’re really good at judging people.”
Caspian smiled and said, “Anyway, your conspiracy has been exposed. Why don’t you tell me his weakness so that I can deal with him.”
“Arrogant and short-sighted,” Caspian murmured, “In that case, Head Henry is arrogant and can’t do anything?”
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