An immortal?
How could it be an immortal?
Ye Lin froze briefly, his footsteps faltering.
It was not that he had never considered something like this appearing, but the contents of the letter suggested there were flaws in his earlier deductions.
Having likewise exchanged for half a mental ability, An Ke and Li Tianyang reacted swiftly. The instant they noticed something was wrong with him, they asked:
"Ye Lin? Did you find something?!"
Both looked wary. Li Tianyang even formed the hand seal for the Thunder Spell, ready to fight for his life at any moment.
In the darkness, the others following behind them tensed as well, scanning their surroundings warily.
Their intense reaction was only natural. Here, the slightest mistake could mean death.
Under such immense psychological pressure, none of them dared relax.
Without wasting words, Ye Lin raised a hand to indicate that they were in no danger, then quickly repeated the contents of the letter.
A few seconds later, everyone froze after hearing him out. None of them had expected the letter to contain something so strange.
There was nothing wrong with the first half. Just as they had previously concluded, this was Year Twelve of the Republic of China, during the Warlord Era.
The people suffered, chaos engulfed the land, and a group of Taoists sought to sweep away the turmoil and save the world.
Since ancient times, Taoists had descended from their mountains in troubled times. No one found that surprising.
But there was a problem with the second half.
"Ye Lin, judging by the letter, the Taoists here opened the Immortal Gate and summoned an immortal."
"Could ghosts have appeared here because something went wrong while the immortal was fighting them, causing everyone to die?"
Li Tianyang spoke first, his brow tightly furrowed as