Han Li was not surprised by this. Coming to such a remote place and having such gains was already quite fortunate.
Half a day later, when Han Li finished searching the last building and returned to the front of the Spirit Casting Hall stele pavilion, he hesitated as he looked at the hazy layer of light screen before him.
There was still time, and he totally had the opportunity to explore several other places, but doing so seemed to carry some risks.
Who knew if other cultivators had finished searching other places and moved on as well?
If it were people like the wealthy elders, it would not matter, Han Li would not be daunted by figures such as Qian the devil or the Poison Holy Gate disciples. However, if he encountered cultivators from the first group who entered this mountain, it would be quite troublesome. There was a high chance they would attack him immediately.
