With that said.
He scrambled and crawled out of the inner residence.
The old man ran wildly all the way, passing through layer upon layer of corridors.
He went straight to the Ma Family's most secret ancestral hall and stopped before the cushion beneath the offering table.
He sprawled on the ground and reached out to lift an inconspicuous blue brick.
From the hidden compartment, he took out a stone box.
The stone box was icy cold to the touch.
Even through the thick stone walls, he could still sense the tyrannical aura within, where yin and yang intertwined.
Waterfire Coldsmoke Coal.
This was what Wu Shisan had left behind with the Ma Family all those years ago.
Ma Dewang looked at the stone box in his hands.
His old eyes were clouded.
A thousand flavors churned in his heart.
He did not dare delay for long.
Clutching the stone box tightly to his chest, he turned and ran outside.
The sky gradually darkened.
The festive music from the front courtyard still drifted faintly through the air.
The Ma Residence was clearly hung with bright red lanterns everywhere.
Yet in Ma Dewang's eyes, there was not the slightest trace of festivity.
He hurried back along the quiet corridor.
The room lit by red candles was right before him.
The Demon Emperor Juechen was still waiting inside.
Ma Dewang drew a deep breath.
Just as he was about to enter the room.
He suddenly sensed an abrupt chill rising behind him.
He instinctively turned around.
Within the shadows of the covered walkway.
At some unknown moment, a slender figure had appeared.
A black robe fluttered faintly in the night wind.
There was none of the grotesque terror of demons on her face.
Yet she gave off a dread far more chilling