"Is this Jile Lou?"
Yao Shunyu stared blankly. The scene before him held an indescribable power, gradually eroding their will and tempting them to join the revelry unfolding before their eyes.
Compared with Yao Shunyu, the Fatty, and the others, Jiang Cheng felt more than shock at the scene before him. He also felt an indescribable familiarity. Back on Mount Xixieming, an image like this had flashed through his mind—and now, it had all come to life.
Tongtian Terrace. Jile Lou. No one had expected the current president of the Night Watch to deign to hide among their ranks and even summon this ghostly building here.
"Look!" The Fatty had sharp eyes. He pointed up into the air.
Following his finger, they saw ripples spread across what had been solid space. Then two figures were suddenly spat out.
"I let my guard down!" Water Lord stamped his foot in anger. "I never thought he'd have a backup plan too. That guy's even smarter than me. Damn it!"
A moment later, Water Lord seemed to think of something and gave a sinister laugh. "But no matter. My barrier is complete now. Since he's entered this shrine, he won't get away. Even if he's trapped us inside this lousy building, it's two against one. We're still at an advantage!"
"Once we kill him, this ghostly building will fall too!" Water Lord declared boldly.
Unlike Water Lord, Wu remained composed. He looked up into a patch of darkness where black mist swirled like a cloud of ink that refused to disperse. The light from the Luo Girl Lamps below couldn't pierce it.
Jiang Cheng had more or less figured out what was happening. Wu and Water Lord had planned to lure the president into the shrine's domain and trap him there. But the