"Young Master Xu, it has been a long time," Xu Zimo said with a light laugh.
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare. Young Master Xu, please enter the sedan," Yin Wuhen replied hurriedly with a nod.
Though he did not know what relationship Xu Zimo had with the ancestor, he did not dare slight someone the ancestor had specifically looked after.
Xu Zimo then entered the sedan, and four Yakshas lifted it and sped forward.
The others followed around the sedan as they headed together toward the Old Land.
The surroundings of the Old Land remained unchanged.
Darkness and dark-attributed plants shrouded the place, and heaven and earth alike lay steeped in silence.
Halfway along the road, sounds of battle suddenly rang out from outside.
Xu Zimo lifted the curtain and looked out, only to see a group of dark creatures suddenly spring from the mountain ridges and slopes on either side.
These dark creatures were not very tall and looked somewhat like skeletons.
They crawled on all fours, moving with astonishing speed and agility, their entire bodies pitch-black.
Thick dark aura billowed from their bodies.
As the skeletons arrived, Yin Wuhen frowned slightly. After all, he had only just advanced into the Divine Meridian Realm.
With a casual wave of his hand, a vast palm strike descended and annihilated every one of the skeletons within it.
Though the skeletons came in great numbers, charging forward one after another, their cultivation was ultimately too weak.
They could not stop Yin Wuhen's assault alone.
Once the sedan slowly passed through, corpses carpeted the road behind it.
"What was that about?" Xu Zimo asked Yin Wuhen.
"Please do not take offense, Young Master Xu," Yin Wuhen said with a smile.
"Every year, several riots break out in the Old Land. The