(I can already tell someone's going to curse me out over this chapter. Just look at the title.)
"Blessing? What kind of blessing is that?!"
The disciple known as "Brother Ping" sneered and took another swig of wine. As the alcohol went to his head, he grew bolder.
"Standing guard over a bunch of dead people who've been buried for who knows how long? We're lucky if it's not bad luck!"
"And you call that a blessing?"
"If this were really such a blessing, why didn't they send direct-line geniuses like Tang Long or Tang Hu?"
"They just think we're insignificant, so they sent us to this out-of-the-way place to keep us from being an eyesore in the sect!"
"Brother Ping! Watch what you say!" Xiao Guo's expression changed. He anxiously glanced around at the pitch-black surroundings, as though their sleeping ancestors might suddenly leap out and punish them.
The two of them grumbled quietly back and forth as the campfire crackled, lighting up their young faces, etched with frustration at their unfulfilled ambitions.
Night deepened. The mountain wind howled like the whispers of the dead, making the desolate atmosphere all the more chilling.
What they didn't know was that, barely a hundred yards from their campfire, behind a dense thicket,
several pairs of sharp eyes were silently watching them—and the massive stone door behind them, half-hidden in the mountain's shadow.
Captain Sun crouched low, carefully observing for a while under cover of the night and vegetation. Then he whispered to Jin Shan and the others beside him,
"Confirmed. The outer sentries have been taken out. That leaves only the two by the campfire guarding this tomb area for the Clear Sky Sect."
"Their Soul Power fluctuations are weak, no stronger than Soul King level. They're no threat."
"Move. Make