Outside the stone house, when Li Yan stepped out, Monk Faqi and the other two were already standing in a row at the doorway. Li Yan hurried over and took his place at one side.
At this moment, Li Yan saw that four more stone doors had opened, with groups lined up outside them as well. Some had as many as six people, while others had about as many as his group.
There was even a team of four female cultivators, but every one of them looked visibly dull-eyed. Not a trace of the seductive grace or snow-white skin of immortal maidens could be seen on them.
The stone doors Li Yan had seen open several hours earlier remained open, signaling that those people had yet to return.
Outside each of the stone houses whose doors had just opened, two vicious ghosts stood guard, their faces a sickly green as though poisoned.
Each held a spiked wolf-tooth club in its hand. Their pairs of grayish-white eyes coldly watched every person emerging from the rooms.
The two vicious ghosts on Li Yan's side merely glanced at Monk Faqi and the other two, who had lowered their heads. Their faces were bruised and swollen, so they did not want others to see them.
Fortunately, the lighting here was dim. Once they lowered their heads, the abnormalities could only be seen by someone staring carefully at them from the front.
After that single glance, the two vicious ghosts shifted their gazes away. Soon, all the cultivators from these stone houses had come out.
One of the vicious ghosts in front of Li Yan said nothing. With a wave of its hand, four streaks of gray light shot toward their group.
In the blink of an eye, they arrived before the four of them.