In the valley, a grand hall with four drooping corners stood towering, a layer of moonlight settled over its glazed tiles.
At the highest tier of the roof hung an antique bronze bell.
As the bell rang, his longsword had just swept across the neck of the eighteenth Ghost Bone Sect expert.
Sword in hand, he stepped onto the roof ridge and looked at the bronze bell.
The bronze bell was ringing on its own without wind or anyone striking it, its peal long and resonant.
He had cleared out the valley's hidden sentries in advance and avoided its traps and ambushes.
Yet he had not expected this bronze bell to be so strange. It was actually a treasure, capable of sounding an automatic warning.
The moment the bell rang, the entire valley awoke, and Ghost Bone Sect disciples flew toward the main hall one after another.
In the blink of an eye, more than two hundred Ghost Bone Sect experts had gathered before the hall.
The more than two hundred experts stood silently before the hall, looking at the four old men on its steps.
All four old men possessed imposing features, their eyes sweeping across the disciples below like cold lightning.
Their brows furrowed almost at the same time.
More than twenty disciples were missing, many of them elite disciples.
Eight gazes swept around like cold lightning before retracting and colliding with one another.
Their expressions darkened. Their lips moved, but no sound emerged.
The Ghost Bone Sect disciples stood solemnly still, quietly waiting for the four Elders to speak.
Yet the four Elders only moved their lips without making a sound.
Leng Tieya had already slipped silently out of the valley, avoiding the traps and mechanisms before returning to the woods at the valley entrance and arriving