Lin Bai's senses had not been wrong. Along the intricate mountain paths of Eternal Night Mountain, several hundred people advanced in a grand procession, led by the Purple-Robed Elder.
Uncle Xi had been beaten half to death and was being carried by a burly man behind the Purple-Robed Elder. As they walked, blood flowed from Uncle Xi's mouth all the way along the path.
At last, the group arrived before the ruined temple.
"Senior Fang, our brothers searched all over Eternal Night Mountain and found only this one ruined temple."
"I believe this is the ruined temple Zhou Xi mentioned."
A black-clad man who had gone ahead to scout returned before the Purple-Robed Elder and respectfully reported.
"This is where Yu'er met his end!" The Purple-Robed Elder's face was dark with Baleful Intent, and murderous energy surged from him. "I'd like to see just what kind of powerful demon dared to kill my son."
"Zhou Xi, is this the place?"
The Purple-Robed Elder turned and asked the half-dead Zhou Xi.
The burly man threw Zhou Xi at the Purple-Robed Elder's feet. Zhou Xi's body was covered in wounds. He raised his eyes and looked toward the ruined temple, unable to suppress his delight. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. "This is it, this is it... Young Master Fang Yu died in this ruined temple!"
The Purple-Robed Elder said calmly, "From what you said, my son Fang Yu led a group of experts and surrounded you inside the ruined temple. Just as he was about to wipe you all out, the ruined temple suddenly plunged into darkness. Then, in that darkness, they heard the screams of the Cloud Crane Town martial artists. Once the darkness dispersed, there was no trace of the Cloud Crane Town martial artists left