"Come on!"
Long Qichen strode off, and Qi Zhenzi hurried after him, not forgetting to turn back and call to the others.
"Come along, all of you! Let's all go together!"
Mu Bai also wanted to visit the Demon Spirit Hall. With Qi Zhenzi there, there would naturally be no problem, so he immediately ordered his men to put away the Yinglong Chariot and flew after them.
Qi Zhenzi draped an arm over Long Qichen's shoulders, stepping on Dao rhythms, and even leaned close to whisper a few words into his ear. Long Qichen stiffened, but soon returned to normal and continued toward the Demon Spirit Hall.
Although the Demon Spirit Hall had been within range of their Divine Sense earlier, that had been the combined Divine Sense of five Dao Ling Realm cultivators, and it was countless tens of thousands of miles away. Long Qichen and Qi Zhenzi had already vanished from sight, leaving Mu Bai no choice but to have his men summon the Yinglong Chariot again and drive at full speed toward the Demon Spirit Hall.
The Demon Spirit Hall was enormously famous, but only upon arriving did they discover that it was merely a few thatched cottages on a hillock. Sheltered beneath towering trees, it looked just like the scenes of playing under trees in summer during childhood. An old hen led a flock of fluffy yellow chicks around, scratching for food, while an old yellow dog lay curled beneath the eaves, basking in the sun, too lazy even to open its eyes when visitors arrived. Several little blue-patterned snakes hung from the vegetable garden's fence, flicking their tongues, looking quite lively. A neatly split pile of firewood was stacked high, even taller than the thatched cottages.
Qi Zhenzi stood on no ceremony. He reached out