Grand View Garden · Lakeside Pavilion.
Daoist You's gaunt fingers stroked his snow-white beard as he narrowed his eyes at the churning blood mist over the lake's center.
The mist was so dense it could not be dispersed, wrapping the entire boat into a crimson cocoon.
"Young Master Yang, behold," he said in a hoarse voice tinged with pride. "This baleful Yin mist will reduce ordinary people to nothing. Even martial artists who have cultivated true essence will have their bones melt and flesh rot within a few dozen breaths..."
Zhao Yang clapped his hands. "Good, good, good! Daoist You truly has fine methods."
After a while!
Daoist You abruptly rose to his feet, his eyes widening as he stared at the lake. "Something is wrong. Those people aboard that boat are likely tough opponents."
A sinister glint flashed through Zhao Yang's eyes. "Daoist You, this young master wants only Xie Guan dead."
Daoist You's gaze turned cold. He glanced at Zhao Yang, then withdrew his killing intent.
If not for his misgivings about the Zhao Clan... this dandy would have long become material for his corpse refining.
What did puzzle him was why a descendant of one of the Nine Great Surnames had corpse qi within his body that even he found somewhat daunting, nearly soaked into his very marrow.
What an extraordinary oddity.
The Zhao Clan did not raise corpses.
"Rest assured. This matter is of great importance to the White Bone Temple. I long ago hid one of our temple's Ancestress beneath the water in case something went wrong."
He shook his silver bell to urge it on.
He was not worried about an accident. This White Bone Temple Ancestress was a yaksha; even against a Ninth Realm of Martial Dao Jade Pivot Core cultivator, she could