A fierce glint flashed through Ye Xiwen's eyes. No matter what, Young Lord Ghost Luck had tried to make moves against him time and again, clearly regarding him as someone who had to die. Ye Xiwen would certainly not let him off easily either. His strength was still insufficient to kill him now, but he would not make things easy for him. At the very least, he could cause him some trouble.
From that old man's words, Ye Xiwen knew that Young Lord Ghost Luck was definitely plotting something major. He simply did not know how far along the plan had progressed.
Snatching food from a tiger's mouth from the hands of a Late Stage of Death Mystic Realm expert was no easy matter. However, he naturally had something to rely on. Even if he could not snatch food from the tiger's mouth, he was confident that he could retreat safely.
That was why he wanted to give it a try.
With that thought, he did not hesitate any longer. He walked straight out of the palace, spreading out his divine sense. Yet he quickly discovered that the entire temple seemed to be shrouded in some bizarre formation. His divine sense could not spread very far at all, extending only within a thousand-meter radius. Such a distance was not even as far as his eyes could see. Here, his divine sense was practically useless.
Left with no choice, he could only search the palaces one by one.
Along the way, all kinds of dark creatures emerged. He did not know what sort of evil cult this was, to actually raise so many dark creatures. It was simply shocking beyond belief.
Ye Xiwen did not know how long he had been searching. Along the way, he encountered quite a few martial