In the dark Underground Cavern, the white-haired Old Man's hoarse greeting echoed on and on.
Tan Pang stared at him in shock, his heart jolting. That aura earlier... belonged to this old man? Then... what about Song Yi?!
He stood there dumbfounded, his thoughts in disarray.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...
Just then, figures appeared overhead. Dozens of Third Grade Enforcers descended from the sky and landed beside Tan Pang.
"Divine Inheritor, awaken Song Yi yourself. We will guard you."
"There are less than twenty minutes until six. Hurry."
"...!"
Several Lingguan reminded Tan Pang as they began spreading into formation to seal off the space.
"Heh, ever since Binhai City, I've been tangled up with Great Might Heavenly Dragon. On my travels since then, I've also enjoyed plenty of 'care' from you lot."
To the southwest, Old Man spoke again with a smile. "As the saying goes, one good turn deserves another. Let me give you the fire of this Lotus Lamp. May your futures shine as brightly as your bald heads."
Only when the newly arrived Enforcers heard the voice from the southwest did they notice a white-haired old man standing there.
They all froze. What the fuck? Where's Song Yi?!
Boom!
As Old Man spoke, the Lotus Lamp held in his right hand shone even brighter, giving off an utterly bewitching light.
The lotus flame burned higher, swaying above the wick as though illuminating a road through the underworld toward endless reincarnation.
An eerie aura spread. One glance at the wick left Tan Pang feeling as though he had fallen into the realm of the dead.
Whoosh!
Old Man slowly raised his right arm, pressed his middle finger against his thumb, and flicked gently toward the faint flame in the Lotus Lamp.
"N-no... this is bad."
Every hair on