Going Out Means Putting on a Disguise First; the Puppet Master Was an Honest Man

The atmosphere was somewhat awkward, and neither side would yield.

Meng Yi had come in looking ready to unleash his ultimate move, leaving Ying Bai thoroughly bewildered.

The Daoist Sect had a long inheritance. Even in ancient times, it had risen and fallen, yet whether flourishing or declining, its legacy had never suffered a break.

The ideals they upheld could be said to be the most thorough implementation of the core principles held by most sects.

Moreover, the Daoist Sect had an exceptionally good reputation among humanity. Unless there was deep-seated hatred, everyone would give them some face.

Ying Bai was now a Mountain Ghost, but she had also been born human and had, more or less, received favors from the Daoist Sect in the past. By rights, she should not have refused them face over merely borrowing a passage.

Yet after a string of thoughts flashed through her mind, Ying Bai raised her head, her expression turning slightly cold.

She would not stop Qin Yang from doing anything. That was Qin Yang's decision; good or bad, it was Qin Yang's life. She would only tell Qin Yang the information she knew.

Likewise, no one else could interfere with her life or her decisions.

Even if the other party was the Daoist Sect's Tomb Keeper, she would still stop him.

Ying Bai slowly extended a hand. In an instant, a humming filled the air. As far as the eye could see, everything was suppressed, all things seeming to freeze in place.

It was as if the entire weight of Mount Kui had been imposed upon this place in an instant.

The phantom behind Meng Yi began to solidify slowly. The crude gates of the Ancestral Shrine began to materialize, and within the mausoleum world behind him, thick with deathly aura,