Dead silence.
Everyone in the Profound Yin Hall stood rooted where they were. Not one dared move first.
The evil cultivator surnamed Sun froze beside the offering table, cold sweat soaking through his black robe.
The more arrogant he had been during the day, the more his heart quailed now.
He had calculated the Demon Suppression Bureau's official procedures perfectly.
But even if someone beat him to death, he never would have imagined that this Molten-Gold Yama would not even wait out a single night before coming to kill his way in under cover of darkness.
Was this fucking an official constable?
He was more impatient than a mountain bandit!
Xu Jin stood at the entrance, in no hurry to make a move.
His gaze first swept over the offering table.
The remnant stone with its pill patterns lay safely upon the brocade.
Good.
His property was still here, and it had been kept well.
This trip had not been in vain.
Then his gaze shifted to the base of the statue, where the gaunt old man was slowly straightening up.
"Good. What a Molten-Gold Yama."
Withered-Bone Adept's voice was dry and hoarse.
"The Hall Master has put out a bounty. Your head is worth a position as a true disciple."
"This old man had originally planned to use you as a flag sacrifice to break through three days from now."
"Since you have delivered yourself to my door tonight—"
"—you have saved this old man some trouble."
"Now that you have come, do not think of leaving."
"Kill him. Send his head to the provincial capital and place it before Altar Master Zhou's spirit."
"Then our time working together will not have been for nothing."
Xu Jin looked at him and suddenly laughed.
"I'm only worth a true disciple's