Yin God?
Dream Lord?
Hearing those two terms, Wang Ba suddenly thought of the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture he cultivated.
At the same time, he also remembered Old Sun, whom he had met when he first joined the Eastern Saint Sect several years ago.
He recalled the news that, not long after leaving the mountain, Old Sun had died a gruesome death at home, along with his newly taken wives, concubines, and servants, all of them found in horrific states.
A shudder instantly ran through him.
His guess had been right!
There really was a group of people lying in wait outside.
Moreover, there was a very strong possibility that they had their sights set on the Yin Spirit Great Dream Scripture.
There was a very small possibility that they were targeting him, its possessor.
Whichever it was, it only strengthened one of Wang Ba's resolutions.
Unless I have absolutely no choice, I will never leave the Heavenly Gate Sect's sphere of influence!
The fact that these people had not stormed the Eastern Saint Sect after killing Old Sun showed that they were not particularly powerful.
At least, back then, they had not dared to force their way into the Eastern Saint Sect and drag Wang Ba out.
And the Heavenly Gate Sect was undoubtedly far stronger than the Eastern Saint Sect. Staying within its territory, he should not need to worry about these people coming to his door.
As he was thinking this-
Wang Ba suddenly jolted.
Within his Yin Spirit Mansion, the countless strands of yin spirit power abruptly began to turn in unison, as though they had encountered an extremely familiar presence. He could even faintly sense an excited, jubilant feeling from them.
And at the same time-
The phantom of a sinister face, smeared crimson