After a long silence, Han Ji put aside his thoughts. Whatever conflict lay between Salang and Nine Infants, and whether the former was friend or foe, their most urgent task was to learn the location of the Ancient King's Imperial Mausoleum.
Only by preventing the Ancient King from awakening completely could they withstand the assault of the Eight Directions Undead Lords and restore the thousand-year-old Ancient Capital to its former glory!
He stepped forward under Red-robed Archbishop Nine Infants' puzzled gaze and spoke coldly, his expression grim.
"Nine Infants, we've come here as agreed. Isn't it time you kept your promise and told us where the Ancient King's Imperial Mausoleum is?"
At those words, a strange smile appeared on Nine Infants' sinister face. Looking over the tense officials before him, he slowly turned around to face the surging sea of undead.
A long silence passed, yet the Red-robed Archbishop still said nothing. Han Ji's expression darkened. As he stared at the seemingly unguarded back before him, his killing intent grew stronger!
Was this Red-robed Archbishop toying with them? Did this fellow have no idea where the Ancient King's Imperial Mausoleum was, and simply want to make fools of them all?
At that thought, a glint of murderous intent flashed through Han Ji's eyes. He was about to raise his hand to signal the Imperial Mages standing guard around them when Nine Infants spoke.
"Don't be impatient. You'll see it soon, before night falls..."
Nine Infants was no longer looking at the northern gate. His gaze stretched beyond Anyuan Gate, fixed on the district already swallowed by the black ocean.
That had once been the Weiyang District. A few hazy silhouettes of tall buildings still stood there, but all around them flowed rotting corpses, skeletons, and evil spirits...
On almost every