Lingtai Square-Inch Mountain, [Mass Burial Ground].
Ji Yuan looked at Scarlet Wolf, who was kneeling on both knees, and remained silent for a long while.
The merfolk remained bowed in prostration, his forehead pressed against the icy ground, his shoulders trembling faintly.
Whether from excitement or from fear brought by this grim ghostly domain, no one could tell.
After considering for a moment, Ji Yuan ultimately chose to reveal himself.
Only this time, he no longer appeared before Scarlet Wolf in the guise of Long Chuan of the Horned Dragon Clan, but in his true Human Race form.
The cloud patterns on his blue robe swayed gently in the gloomy wind. With his hands clasped behind his back, his entire bearing was remarkably calm, standing in stark contrast to the miserable cries of ghosts surrounding them.
Sensing movement before him, Scarlet Wolf shakily raised his head.
The instant his gaze fell upon Ji Yuan's face, he froze on the spot, his eyes filled with disbelief.
It took him a long while to recover. He opened his mouth, and even his lips trembled involuntarily before it finally turned into a sob.
"This junior never imagined—never imagined that in this lifetime, I would be able to see Celestial Venerable again."
Ji Yuan raised a hand lightly, and a gentle stream of spiritual power lifted Scarlet Wolf from the ground.
With a thought, a simple stone table and several stone stools appeared out of thin air on the empty ground beside them.
Ji Yuan sat down openly first, then gave Scarlet Wolf a meaningful look.
"Sit."
Scarlet Wolf hesitated for a moment before finally sitting down stiffly at the edge of the stool.
His posture was awkward. Half his buttocks hung off the stool, his back was ramrod straight, and his hands rested