It was the sound of carriages and horses—many of them.
How could so many carriages appear in a place as dangerous as the Jiu Li Ancestral Realm?
Under the night sky, eight Yin Banners led the way, paper money fluttering through the air. A long convoy approached from afar and passed along a paper money road some fifty paces from Li Weiyi.
The carriages were packed with boys and girls.
Every driver wore a grayish-white cloth robe.
Li Weiyi counted carefully. There were no fewer than eighty-three carriages.
In the last carriage, a middle-aged man lifted the curtain, revealing a tall, upright figure and a stern, imposing face. In a low voice, he called toward the front, "Move faster. Leave the Ancestral Realm as soon as possible."
The man looked to be around fifty, and bore a four- or five-tenths resemblance to Li Songlin, the Cangli First Seat.
Only after the convoy had gone far away and its sounds gradually faded did Li Weiyi lift the Ghost Flag covering him. Deep in thought, he said, "Judging by their clothing, they seem to be from the Cangli Tribe."
"Those who travel in and out of the Ancestral Realm by this paper money Yin Road should indeed be from the Cangli Tribe," Coffin Senior said.
Li Weiyi frowned. "This is truly strange. Where did these children come from? Why are they being transported out from inside?"
"Keep going, and we should find the answer." Coffin Senior seemed to have already reached a conclusion.
After traveling for several more hours toward Jiu Li Divine Mountain, Li Weiyi saw a pale blue Light Veil barrier ahead, arranged by a Mind Master.
It rose from the ground and stretched into the heavens, mysterious scriptures drifting across its surface.
Li Weiyi swept the Nine Emperor Banner