But now, currying favor had clearly become far less useful. The royal family's attitude toward the two sects was neither warm nor cold, and only then did the two sects turn to Yang Chen with smiles and laughter.
Yang Chen merely exchanged a few pleasantries before saying no more. He had no desire to speak much; he only wanted to enter the Northern Territory Sect and take a look. After all, when he had first returned, he had not even dared to come back.
"I'm back, Northern Territory Sect!" Yang Chen stood above the Northern Territory Sect and murmured.
Beneath his feet lay Cloud Tiger Peak.
As his divine sense spread out, Yang Chen clearly saw Cloud Tiger Peak's current state.
The number of people had been reduced by roughly half. The entire Cloud Tiger Peak was filled with sinister aura and yin souls, clearly the work of the Fierce Ghost Sect. The Fierce Ghost Sect had intended to turn the Northern Territory Sect into another Fierce Ghost Sect. It was only because time had not allowed it that they had completed merely half the task.
Seeing this, Yang Chen secretly gritted his teeth. Fortunately, He Tan had not fallen and was still alive. Like the others, however, he was covered in restrictive seals and tightly imprisoned, unable to break free.
The moment he saw this, Yang Chen flashed away and headed first to where He Tan was being held.
He Tan was imprisoned in the grand hall where he usually handled sect affairs. When Yang Chen arrived inside, the place was filled with deathly yin aura and ghostly creatures.
Yang Chen snorted coldly and released his aura. As the Blazing Heaven Sacred Fire and Light Fire surged forth, those ghostly creatures seemed to have seen their mortal enemy and