The night wind gusted and howled. An eerie deathly silence fell over the ridge and its slopes.
Xie Jinhuan was exhausted from his long-distance dash. Peeking out, he discovered more than seventy people gathered near the Demon-Suppressing Mausoleum, including over thirty cloaked figures. Their leader appeared to be the black-clad Transcendent Grade expert who had ambushed him last time. He could not help feeling as though he faced a formidable enemy.
But at a time like this, he clearly could not show fear. Xie Jinhuan held one hand behind his back, his bearing utterly steady, looking as though he had single-handedly
surrounded the entire hollow!
Monk Fachen and the others stared in utter incomprehension. After a moment's standoff, he asked:
"Xie Jinhuan? You're the Tomb Guardian here?!"
Xie Jinhuan was not. He was a grave robber.
But that did not matter. As long as the Imperial Court had not discovered him and the Nether God Sect took the blame, he could be a Tomb Guardian. He could love the righteous path too!
"That's right. On my elders' orders, I guard this mausoleum. How did you find this place?"
Monk Fachen and the others had long suspected that Xie Jinhuan had an extraordinary background. They firmly believed his claim that he had been "sent to guard the Corpse Ancestor's mausoleum."
They simply could not understand how Xie Jinhuan had gotten here!
"Even if you are the Tomb Guardian, Young Master Xie, you should be fighting in the tournament at Three Rivers Crossing right now. Why-"
Xie Jinhuan looked down at them as though surveying ants beneath his feet.
"How could frogs at the bottom of a well know the sky's height and the sea's breadth? Never mind Three Rivers Crossing-even the thousands of miles of the Danluo Plains amount to no