In a land of utmost yin, chilling winds howled endlessly in every direction, making it difficult for anyone to approach.
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
"Roar!"
One deafening ghostly howl after another echoed from within, making it impossible to tell just how many Wrathful Ghosts lurked inside.
"It's already been a full day past the agreed time. Why hasn't Suicidal Scholar arrived yet?" At the edge of the land of utmost yin, the Gold-Eating Ant swallowed a Wrathful Ghost that had appeared from nowhere in a single bite. The crunching sounds sent shivers down one's spine, as though it were chewing ghost bones.
Among them, the Gold-Eating Ant was the most impatient. Not far away, the Water-Fire Dual Jiaolong and the Red-Robed Old Monster had also already arrived.
"Could he have gotten lost?" the Fire Jiaolong pouted and said.
"Probably not. I gave him the map long ago, so as long as he follows it and hasn't strayed too far, there shouldn't be much of a problem!" The Red-Robed Old Monster frowned slightly, though his tone already carried a trace of uncertainty.
After all, the map he had given only covered most of Huantian Ghost Palace. If Ye Xiwen had been teleported somewhere farther away, he might very well have failed to find the route and gotten lost.
Without Ye Xiwen, many of their plans would become far more troublesome. A master of that level was not easy to find.
"If he got lost, then what's the point of continuing to wait?" the Water Jiaolong said hot-temperedly. After all, Huantian Ghost Palace would only remain open for a limited time.
The Seal King Pill was certainly important, but the treasures within Huantian Ghost Palace were far more than just that.
If they wasted too much time here, they would have no time left