The four had enjoyed no great opportunities and had barely managed to survive, relying entirely on Xiong Bei Ming's skillful planning. They had made a living escorting caravans, and with two extraordinary men like Ning Wuque and Gold Corpse Old Cao, their profits had been decent. All four had refined quite a few Wish Pearls, and Xiong Bei Ming had even reached the Mortal Transformation First Realm.
Then, a month ago, they had run into a powerful foe during a routine mission. At the critical moment, Xuan Lengyan had brought out that bone flute and used its music to command hundreds of tribulation puppets against their enemy.
From that moment on, one strange turn followed another. First, several powerful figures had captured and interrogated them. Then they had been treated with courtesy, only to fall into Ghost Seven's hands in the end. After traveling more than a hundred thousand li, they had finally arrived here.
After Xuan Lengyan finished recounting what had happened, Xu Yi told them about his own experiences, leaving out his identities as a Night Walker and a temple master.
He made it sound easy, but everyone knew how much hardship it took to climb to such a high position in so little time.
At first, Xuan Lengyan had kept a cold face, but before long, she couldn't help feeling sorry for him.
After hurriedly catching each other up on their pasts, the conversation turned to the four of them and what lay ahead.
Xu Yi analyzed the larger situation for them, and Xuan Lengyan's face immediately fell. She truly hadn't wanted to reunite with her precious disciple only to be parted from him again so soon.
Xiong Bei Ming nodded. "The situation is indeed as you say. After this battle, there's no longer any place for