Miaoxin managed to force out a smile, cooperating with Ling Yun and the others.
Having been single for so long, Ling Yun truly had no idea how Beibei knew about these things.
Could it have been that old geezer, the Sixth Guardian, who told her? How improper. Ling Yun's suspicion had been right—it really was the Sixth Guardian!
"How many people are there in your group?" Ling Yun asked.
"There are True Lord Suyī, Sikong Touxing, Half Moon, Sword Maniac, Great Hero Linghu, that old varmint, and Scholar Bai Xiaoru."
"They're all renowned figures from ancient times. This ruin is going to become lively." Ling Yun's lips curved into a faint smile.
Buzz, buzz, buzz...
The resentful spirits around them grew more numerous. Ling Yun asked curiously, "Was it like this as soon as you arrived? Did you see anyone else?"
"No. I've been here for several hours. Just now, my mind became unsettled, which allowed these resentful spirits to invade. I truly have to thank Lord King of Hell."
"These resentful spirits are too evil. They're very difficult to eliminate."
Ling Yun frowned. He could not use those ancient divine abilities here, and he was not confident he could completely destroy them in a short time. It was giving him a headache.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
For some unknown reason, the resentful spirits around them suddenly began fleeing in all directions, as if they had received an order. This left Ling Yun utterly baffled.
"Who is it? Who... who!"
"Who has invaded my territory?"
The voice sounded as if its owner had just awakened, and it was somewhat chilling. The two little ones immediately clung to each other, their bodies trembling slightly.
"Damn, that voice? Could it have awakened those ancient gods?" Miaoxin fearfully wiped the sweat from his forehead.