Looking at the Coffin-Carrying Shadows, Ye Lan frowned tightly. The other disciples were the same. They could not see through the newcomers' auras, and their hearts sank.
The newcomers were the Thirteen Fiends of the Nine Serenities. Beneath the night, they were like thirteen ghostly shadows, terrifying beyond measure.
"We are disciples of the Taixuan Sect's Law Enforcement Hall. What do you intend to do?"
A male disciple shouted in a deep voice. Within the Great Cang Dynasty, as Taixuan Sect disciples, they still had plenty of confidence.
The Thirteen Fiends of the Nine Serenities remained unmoved. As they continued advancing, the Law Enforcement Hall disciples had no choice but to retreat.
"Enough. Stop frightening them and let them leave quickly."
A weak voice came from within the coffin.
Zhen Qin's eyes widened, and she could not help shouting, "Senior Su?"
Su Han?
All the Law Enforcement Hall disciples turned pale with shock and quickened their retreat. Ye Lan's expression also grew grave.
Su Han's name was known throughout the cultivation world like thunder rolling in one's ears, though it was a name steeped in ferocity.
"So you're his junior sister. No wonder he wants to let them go. Then get lost already," one Dark Shadow said sinisterly.
Zhen Qin still wanted to speak, but Ye Lan stopped her. Ye Lan did not make any threats and immediately led the disciples away.
As they departed, Zhen Qin repeatedly looked back, her gaze falling upon the coffin. Unfortunately, her eyes could not see through it.
Just like that, Ye Lan and the others swiftly departed.
The Thirteen Fiends of the Nine Serenities set the coffin down, and its lid opened. Su Han sat up from within, his hair disheveled, one hand gripping the coffin board.
The Thirteen Fiends of the Nine