Thunder Sound Territory. In a valley.
A yellow-robed man stood before seven or eight men and women.
The yellow-robed man's face was icy, and a trace of arrogance showed in his eyes as he looked at the eight people before him.
"Old Huang, what we saw back then was exactly this: Mo Zi's Sea of Ink Rising and Falling, Zhong Shan sending three ministers into battle, skeletons floating across the sea, and Heavenly Demons Dancing Wildly," one man said.
Old Huang was precisely the same Old Huang Zhong Shan had encountered in the Central Territory more than a year ago. Back then, he and Xuan Old had begged Zhong Shan for an Identical Beast.
"Nothing else?" Old Huang asked, slightly furrowing his brows.
"There was one more thing, but I don't know whether it was real, so I can't be certain!" another woman said, frowning.
"Mm. At the time, I saw one of Zhong Shan's ministers. It seemed he was controlling something—controlling...!" The woman's brows drew tightly together.
"Controlling what?" Old Huang stared at her.
"A zombie. Yes, it seemed to be a zombie!" the woman said.
"A zombie? Wasn't it a puppet?" a man beside her asked.
"Could a puppet possess the Will of Heaven? It was definitely a zombie. I saw one in the underworld before, and it was more powerful than every zombie I'd ever seen!" The woman immediately shook her head.
"Is this the person?" Old Huang condensed the figure of a man with his hand. It was none other than Corpse Mister.
"Yes, that's him!" The woman quickly nodded.
"Understood. If anything comes up in the future, you can find me at the Great Xuanhuang Sect," Old Huang said indifferently.
"Thank you, Old Huang!" Everyone nodded.
The group seemed to understand Old Huang's temperament. They