One month later.
Divine Blood Sect.
At the foot of a mountain, eight halls crouched beneath the shadow of the towering peak.
The halls were all built from black stone, their surfaces mottled with age, exuding an ancient, weathered air.
Song Wen flew over and cupped his hands toward Kurong and the others waiting above the halls.
"Elder Kurong, I didn't keep you waiting long, did I?"
"We only just arrived as well." Kurong replied with a smile. "Elder Extreme Yin, allow me to introduce these people."
Besides Kurong, there were five others.
One male cultivator at the mid Mahayana stage, along with four Integrated Body Realm Cultivators.
"This is Fu Tian, Hall Master of the White Bone Hall."
Kurong pointed at the male Mahayana cultivator and continued the introduction.
"Hall Master Fu Tian has been occupied with the sect's external affairs in recent years and rarely returned to the sect. He even missed Patriarch Xugeng's tribulation-crossing ceremony. This should be your first time meeting each other."
"Greetings, Hall Master Fu Tian."
As Song Wen spoke, his gaze naturally swept over Fu Tian in careful appraisal.
Fu Tian was extraordinarily thin, like a layer of human skin draped over a skeleton, and his entire body exuded dense corpse qi.
Song Wen instantly concluded that Fu Tian cultivated not the Corpse King Reincarnation Art, but the Corpse King Blood Refinement Art.
In other words, though Fu Tian held the esteemed position of hall master, he was merely a pill.
Fu Tian likewise studied Song Wen, though his gaze was somewhat gloomy.
At first, Song Wen assumed that Fu Tian's cold, shadowy eyes were simply a consequence of his cultivation technique.
But when Song Wen recalled certain intelligence, he sensed that something was amiss.
Fu Tian had received much care from Kurong,