Silence fell over the stone cavern for a moment.
As the firelight danced, shadows stretched across the stone walls, lengthening and shortening.
The old Daoist with the tumorous leg stroked his beard, his eyelids drooping as though he were weighing something. Slowly, he said, "Divine Emissary, the Five-Colored Sail Master is, after all, a formidable expert who sent Venerable Withered Bones home with his feathers clipped. Even with all of us together, we might only hold off one of his hands. How confident are you of handling the rest?"
Within the Mountain Ghost Society, Divine Ability Practitioners were called "Divine Emissaries," meaning messengers who could communicate with the Mountain Ghost and listen to its divine will.
The gentle-looking woman was known as Wugu. At the old Daoist's words, her brows creased slightly.
Venerable Withered Bones acted with wild impunity, leaving corpses strewn across the fields. He had offended countless people among demonic cultivators, orthodox sects, the Imperial Court, and the great clans alike, yet remained free to this day solely because of his formidable strength.
He had attained the Divine Ability Realm a hundred years ago. Even if he had yet to reach its middle stage, he was probably not far off.
His Withered Skeleton Mystic Art was especially terrifying, capable of silently dissolving a cultivator's Fleshly Vessel, true essence, and Spirit Soul. Though Wugu did not fear him, she would not provoke him lightly.
Anyone capable of sending such a mighty titan of the Demonic Path slinking away possessed strength she could not afford to dismiss.
"It wasn't just Venerable Withered Bones. Qi Wenjing fell at his hands too."
A hoarse voice spoke. It belonged to a middle-aged man with sunken cheeks who looked like a sickly ghost. He gave Wugu a peculiar salute. "The Southern Heaven Qi Clan