"Xi" immediately accepted the order. "Yes!"
Then it instructed "Rong" and "Lu," "You two, withdraw."
After those two Ghostly Beings left the teahouse, it asked, "My four subordinates aren't enough. Should I call in another batch?"
Pei Ling shook his head slightly. "With you and the two at my sides, we have enough."
"Xi" glanced at Li Lieyue and Yan Minghua and spoke bluntly. "These two living beings are too weak. I'm afraid they won't be of much help to the Inheritor."
Pei Ling replied calmly, "I have my own plans. Besides, these two are hardly weaker than ordinary Void Refinement cultivators."
"If there are no other questions, we can set out now."
Seeing how resolute he was, "Xi" could only nod. "Yes!"
***
"Zhou's" Land of Fortune.
White mist rolled like raging waves, surging around and veiling a resplendent gate. A hundred and eight pillars soared between heaven and earth, their bases carved from pale, lustrous sea pomegranate stone, echoing the ninety-nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps before the gate.
The towering gate resembled a palace of jade and a terrace of purple.
The aura of great terror, great calamity, and great disaster poured ceaselessly from the gate, pressing down upon the whole realm.
"Yu" stood where the First Gate had once been, with four servants at his side. They wore short blue-green tunics, straw sandals, and brown headscarves. None had facial features—only countless mouths, all of them opening and closing incessantly, revealing sharp, eerie white teeth.
They were all Tan Nu!
"Yu" waited silently where he stood, not daring to approach the Second Gate.
The surroundings were as silent as death. Only the white mist drifted back and forth, churning without rest.
After a while, the distant mist suddenly roiled as if a tide were rising. Shadowy