A month had passed since the last siege by the six sects, and with the efforts of numerous cultivators, the magma-covered land had finally cooled.

"This is just absurd."

Long Zong wiped the sweat from his forehead and popped a White Rabbit Pill into his mouth, instantly replenishing his depleted mana.

"Exactly, we're supposed to be advanced cultivators, yet here we are doing the work of outer disciples."