The Situation

However, Shi Xiu and the others were having a miserable time. For days now, dignified Hall Masters had been assigned to watch every move overseas. To them, it was a deep insult.

And insult aside, now that there was finally some movement, Wu Tang, Hall Master of the Punishment Hall, had not made the slightest response.

So what were they even watching for?

Besides, the two Hall Masters from the Execution Hall and Wheel Hall still hadn't shown themselves.

"What on earth are they planning?"

Meng Zhuan's voice rumbled as he frowned and spoke.

By rights, they were all members of the Ten Halls. What was there that they couldn't know? Why all the secrecy?

"It can only be something they don't want us to know."

Bei Gui was just as displeased, grumbling under his breath.

Only Shi Xiu stayed silent. Hearing the two men complain, her expression changed at once, and she hurriedly chided them in a low, sharp voice. "Watch what you say. Have you even looked at where we are?"

She glanced at the surrounding Daoist palaces. This was the Western Territory camp, not a place to air grievances.

The rules of Yanluo Hall were far more blunt and ruthless than those of the Heavenly Dao Sect. If something wasn't yours to know, you didn't ask about it.

The two men immediately came to their senses and clamped their mouths shut.

Hun Bugui remained as dazed as ever. The Soul Hall had always been at the bottom, and not asking questions was a habit he'd long since acquired.

Or rather, he could complain freely to Shi Xiu and the others, but he wouldn't dare do so about the few above them.

"So what do we do?"

Meng Zhuan's expression was grave. He lowered his head for a