Before the tomb passage.
Ren Ye gazed at the figure in the hazy mist. He wanted to see the other person's face clearly, but no matter how he changed his angle, he could only make out a blurred body.
Judging by the voice and silhouette, however, the other person was probably a middle-aged man.
"Zhu Zigui, a Heavenly Pardon-Blessed One, pays his respects to the Immortal Master." Ren Ye cupped his fists and bowed, his manner extremely respectful and obedient.
Whoever this person was, anyone who could appear on the Ninth Layer had to be a badass. A little ass-kissing first couldn't hurt.
His call drifted through the air. The figure on the steps fell silent briefly, then replied, "Not enough."
Hearing this, all three of them stiffened, feeling a little bewildered.
"Please enlighten us, Immortal Master. What isn't enough?" Ren Ye asked again, his fists cupped.
"You are missing half a pot of destiny. It is not enough to enter." The figure spoke slowly, but very clearly. "Find that half pot of destiny, then return."
Ren Ye blinked, unwilling to give up. He wanted to try again. "Immortal Master, since I'm already here, couldn't you do me a favor and let me inside for a look? I could prepare a gift for you...!"
Hearing this, Liu Ji Shan asked Tang Feng quietly, "Holy shit, we can bribe him?"
On the steps, the figure remained firm. "Go back."
Whoosh!
As he finished speaking, the mist in the passage grew thicker, and the outline of the figure gradually vanished without a trace.
"Fuck, we made it all the way here, only to get shut out again?" Liu Ji Shan stepped forward, hopping about as he spoke. "That guy looked like a total loser, just putting on airs. He didn't look like