The other three were much the same, shock and doubt showing on their faces as they all turned their heads. Seeing this, Lin Xuan could not help sighing inwardly. It seemed his guess had been right—the Four Friends of Yan Mountain truly had never come face-to-face with those Yinhun ghosts.
"Here's what happened..."
Lin Xuan sorted through his thoughts. There was nothing much to hide, so he briefly picked out the main points of what he had just experienced and told them.
Though his description was not especially detailed, the Four Friends of Yan Mountain were already listening with their eyes wide and their tongues tied. If not for the serious look on Lin Xuan's face, they would almost have thought he was joking.
There was no other reason. This news was simply too horrifying. Traitors from the Underworld Realm intended to stir up the flames of war between the two realms, and the East Sea where they now were was very likely to become the sacrifice.
"This... Senior, you aren't joking, are you?" Yu Miaorong stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, speaking in disbelief.
"What do you think? What meaning would there be in Lin making up such news off the top of his head?" Lin Xuan's faint voice entered their ears.
"Third Leader, do not be rude."
Huangting Sect opened his mouth and reprimanded him. He also believed that, no matter what, Lin Xuan would absolutely never lie about such a matter.
Then he turned his head, his face full of worry. "Senior, then what should we do?"
"What should we do? Does that even need saying? Naturally, we leave this place of trouble as quickly as possible." Lin Xuan sighed. He also felt that his luck was truly a little too awful.
Ever since he