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Tsk tsk, dark clouds of gloom, mutual accusations—Great Vertebra Hall was certainly lively.
Amid the quarrels of the two "lords," Hong and Su, Yu Ci learned a new piece of information. It turned out that when he had fought that sword cultivator who had seemed like a vicious ghost last night, those sneaky little rats had belonged to Great Vertebra Hall? It seemed that his patting his butt and leaving last night had caused those people quite a bit of trouble.
Yu Ci had reached this judgment by piecing together the information. Great Vertebra Hall had no definite answer on the matter; they only knew that Chu He's party, which should have arrived last night, had suddenly vanished, with neither the living seen nor the dead found. Yet Chu He's life lamp left at the hall had gone out, clearly indicating that disaster outweighed fortune.
Over a single night, the winds and clouds had changed abruptly. Not only had Great Vertebra Hall's shameful plan died in the womb, but several of its main fighting forces had also been lost, leaving its vitality severely damaged. Though Yu Ci had never paid much attention to it, he could not help but laugh. Then another voice came to his ears:
"Senior, uh, Senior?" Wan Quan was calling to him cautiously.
Yu Ci did not possess the ability to divide his mind for multiple tasks. Having focused his attention over there, he was somewhat distracted here with Wan Quan. Wan Quan also knew that this senior's thoughts ran deep as an unfathomable abyss, and who knew what he might be calculating. But they had already reached their destination, so Wan Quan had to remind him.
"Oh, where is this?"
Returning from the perspective of the Zhaoshen Map, Yu Ci also noticed that this