The Broken Temple Has Immortals
Are you kidding? Lu Yuanzhen was a Yang Spirit True Person. Anyone on good terms with him had to be a Yin God True Person at the very least, if not a Great Demon...
As everyone knew, demons who had attained the Dao were hardly broad-minded. If they took offense, the consequences could be dire.
Better to offend a gentleman than a woman—especially a demoness.
Chen He, the steady, mature man leading the group, was about to say something to Tang Changsheng, looking faintly embarrassed.
Only then were the two Little Foxes satisfied. They returned to fox form and jumped onto Tang Changsheng's shoulders, one on each side. After taking their Pills, they settled down to rest.
With a snow-white Little Fox perched on each shoulder, Tang Changsheng did not know whether to laugh or cry.
But he had no time to worry about that. The two Little Foxes probably just felt close to him.
Tang Changsheng suddenly raised a hand. "This place is dangerous. Whatever you have to say can wait. The enemy's caught up..."
As he spoke, the mist surged. Another horde of Corpse Ghosts appeared from who knew where and closed in to kill them.
The group had no choice but to flee. Fortunately, with the Yin Soldier Camp Board and so many Yin Soldiers and Magical Weapons, breaking out was now easy enough.
Had these people tried to fight their way out alone, they might well have lost more of their number. But under Tang Changsheng's command, they broke through without difficulty.
Inside the Yellow Springs Netherworld Formation, roaming hordes of Corpse Ghosts were everywhere. There was practically nowhere safe.
After going through this twice, the others had come to trust Tang Changsheng completely.
And the two Little Foxes did not