I Really Wasn't a Demonic Dao Spy!

The island housing the Discipline Hall was called Sword Island.

It had earned its name because its shape really did resemble a sword. It lay between the main island, Water Dragon Island, and the island that housed the Founders' Hall.

By the time Ji Yuan and Pi Fangzhi arrived, it was already late at night.

Even so, a Discipline Hall disciple had been assigned to wait for them.

This time, it was not Fang Jie, but a young man Ji Yuan had never seen before. With his hooked nose, he looked difficult to get along with.

"Ji Yuan and Pi Fangzhi?"

The hook-nosed man looked at them.

"That's us."

Ji Yuan cupped his hands, neither servile nor overbearing.

"Follow me."

The man spun around so sharply that his robes rustled.

Ji Yuan followed close behind, stepping onto the Discipline Hall's black stone ground.

Before, he had only glimpsed the place from afar while passing by. He had never set foot in the Discipline Hall. For that matter, many Water Dragon Sect disciples went their entire lives without setting foot on this island.

After all, coming to the Discipline Hall was practically putting one foot on a road of no return.

Ji Yuan surveyed his surroundings.

They were in Sword Island's square. Black stone paved the ground, and pillars carved from the same stone stood around it, each supporting a brazier.

Fortunately, the flames were not ghostly blue. Otherwise, the place would have looked no different from a ghost realm.

Ahead lay a corridor paved with black stone. Beyond it stood a building resembling a small city, with a huge signboard hanging above its gate. On it were the three characters for "Discipline Hall."

As Ji Yuan drew near, merely looking up at those words sent a tremor of fear through