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Ancestor?

Su Yi could not help but give the leading Gray Robe Man another look, vaguely guessing his origins.

"Fellow Daoist, our purpose this time is not to rescue anyone."

Cui Weizhong could not help but remind him.

When he heard the Gray Robe Man's words, he was startled. He feared that if the Gray Robe Man caused the Cui Family to take notice by trying to save people today, things would turn troublesome.

"I naturally know that."

The Gray Robe Man cast Cui Weizhong a cold glance. "Rest assured. We came tonight merely to set up certain measures here. When the Ten Thousand Lanterns Festival arrives, they will naturally serve a great purpose."

Cui Weizhong secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said with a flattering smile, "That would be for the best."

He was a mid-stage emperor of the Profound Illumination Realm, yet when faced with the Gray Robe Man's gaze, he felt a lethal danger that made his heart tremble.

"Go."

The Gray Robe Man was the first to dart into the distance.

The others followed close behind.

Qu Mingwei, meanwhile, kept his eyes fixed on Su Yi, as though afraid he might flee when no one was watching.

Naturally, Su Yi had no intention of running.

Before long, when they reached the vicinity of the ninety-nine Bronze Pillars that towered into the heavens, a hoarse, piercing voice suddenly rang out:

"How many years has it been? Someone has finally come!!"

On one of the Bronze Pillars, a ragged, emaciated old man shouted excitedly and struggled, the Blood-colored Chains binding him clattering loudly.

Yet no matter how he struggled, it was all in vain.

Immediately afterward, a burst of clamorous voices rose:

"Who are you? Have you come to save us?"

An aged voice asked anxiously.

"Fellow