Of course they knew, but that was the Immortal-Locking Cult's Ancestral Court.
If they truly entered that Ancestral Court, what sort of immortal arts might they encounter? What sort of world might they see?
Never mind the three before him-even Qing Chen could not help feeling a little tempted.
Who wouldn't be tempted? But temptation was one thing. He had to settle his own Spirit Transformation first before considering anything else.
"Is that true?" he asked.
The Azure Robe Elder immediately nodded. "This humble old man can vouch for it. Many cultivators personally witnessed the rewards and trials. As for entering the Ancestral Court, there have long been plenty of rumors, and there have been precedents over these past tens of thousands of years."
Only then did Qing Chen nod. This old thing was of some use after all.
Seeing this, the Azure Robe Elder reckoned that he had explained everything in sufficient detail. Though the vicious man before him exerted an immense pressure, he had never made a move.
Presumably, they had finally made it through this ordeal.
Beside him, the Round-Faced Cultivator also quietly stopped forming the magic seal for the lifesaving talisman he held ready inside his Storage Ring. The situation seemed to have eased.
Yet just then, Qing Chen suddenly spoke. "There's one more thing."
The elder's shoulders, which had only just relaxed, instantly stiffened.
Qing Chen looked at him, his expression suddenly darkening. "When you first mentioned the Bully-the-Weak Devil Lord, there was something off about the fluctuations of your divine soul. You seemed very nervous. Why was that? And then you went on at length about everything afterward. What exactly were you covering up?"
The smile on the Azure Robe Elder's face froze at once.
"I've questioned you for so long, and you've said