"Whatever is inside, let's go in and take a look!"
Qin Shaofeng took a deep breath and strode through the ancient castle gates, following the stairs downward.
The expressions of the other two changed slightly when they saw this.
Fortunately, their cultivations were both exceedingly formidable.
With supreme treasures on them, the combat power they could unleash was no weaker either, so neither showed too much fear.
They quickly followed.
One step behind Qin Shaofeng, the two of them followed him slowly underground.
Yet none of them noticed.
After they entered the corridor, the crack behind them slowly began to close.
Their escape route was cut off.
Qin Shaofeng knew nothing of it either.
But even if he had known, he would not have spared it any thought.
They continued down the stairs for what felt like a long while.
Only when all three of them began to lose their sense of time did they finally see the end of the stairs below.
It seemed to be an altar.
He had personally seen such altars many times before.
There also seemed to be a mummified corpse atop this underground altar.
Yet there was no Seven-colored Token in the corpse's hand.
What made his heart tremble even more was that countless Ghost Corpse Slaves filled the area around the altar.
Every Ghost Corpse Slave stared blankly in the altar's direction.
Not even their arrival stirred the slightest reaction from the Ghost Corpse Slaves.
"You have finally come."
The moment Qin Shaofeng and the other two stepped off the stairs, a weathered and ethereal voice drifted down from the altar.
"Qin Shaofeng greets you, Senior."
"Tian Xinye greets you, Senior."
"Zhou Qing greets you, Senior."
Led by Qin Shaofeng, the three of them bowed together toward the old man's mummified corpse.
"Do