Chou Xun understood that these people's identities were sensitive. With a chuckle, he said, "They're all brothers of the human race. Where they came from really doesn't matter."
Only then did Huo Ze and the other Li Clan members, whose footsteps had halted, finally relax.
The entire basement had been restored to its original state. There was no trace of the former chaos.
"Chirp... chirp-chirp..."
"Chirp-chirp-chirp..."
As they descended through the passage, a burst of squeaking came from the corner of the wall.
"What is that?"
"Mouse-shaped souls?"
"These seem to be the souls of the Ears Mouse Clan! Why are they so weak?"
Several Heavenly Palace disciples stared at those souls in curiosity.
Only Yang Souls that had entered the indigo state or were about to enter it could enter the Thirteenth Heaven of the Other Shore. Yet the souls by the corner of the wall were faint and indistinct, like guttering candles in the wind, liable to go out at any moment!
This was an extremely primitive form of soul. Not to mention the Other Shore or the Sea of True Meaning—even leaving the body would be difficult.
"These souls... belong to those Ears Mice," Luo Zheng said, staring at the faint souls.
Huo Ze nodded as well. "The Time Hourglass restored them to their original forms."
The Ears Mouse Clan had discovered the basement behind Mitian Temple without relying on any clues. Their designs on the Dark Region must have been far-reaching.
They had also prepared extremely thoroughly for this operation.
In fact, they had carried it out beautifully. At the very least, they had invited Luo Zheng here and even forcibly broken through the wall.
What they had not known was that breaking through the wall would exact a tremendous price.
When the two suits of