"Whether it is a refined cave abode or the servants and maidservants to attend you, the sect master has arranged everything."
"If there is anything you find unsatisfactory, Senior may raise it at any time. My Yin Soul Sect will naturally see to it."
"Besides that."
"If Senior requires any cultivation resources, you may also ask freely."
"So long as my Yin Soul Sect can provide them, we will certainly not refuse."
Having said this, the disciple was incomparably tense. Cold sweat had already soaked through the clothes on his back, yet he was wholly unaware of it.
It was no wonder he was like this.
The Yin Soul Sect's disciples were all no more than Foundation Establishment cultivators.
To Qi Refinement cultivators, Foundation Establishment cultivators might be lofty figures beyond reach.
Yet when facing a Nascent Soul Cultivator like Ghost Soul, they appeared incomparably tiny.
Moreover, as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, his perception of the outside world was not weak.
He clearly knew.
Along the way here, countless fellow disciples and senior brothers had died at the hands of these powerful Nascent Soul old devils.
He had already been terrified throughout the journey.
Therefore, when he now faced Ghost Soul and finished saying all this.
Seeing Ghost Soul stare at him without moving.
An aura of death instantly rose within his heart, as though Ghost Soul would soon make a move and erase him from this world as well.
For a lowly Foundation Establishment cultivator facing a Nascent Soul old devil, the feeling that death might descend at any moment was like thorns pricking his back.
Yet as a Foundation Establishment cultivator, there was no way he could escape a Nascent Soul old devil's grasp.
Unable to flee and unable to fight.
The collapse within his heart was naturally