Tell him to be careful, the Sacred Fire Sect is notorious for their underhanded tricks. Even the Thirteenth Ancestor was once ambushed by them.
Wen Yan lightly touched the Long Talisman, letting it crumble into ashes.
He casually tossed down a Button Locator, and looked off into the distance.
Far away, the outline of a small Earth City appeared, faint and hazy, and every now and then, he could see a flicker of dim, ghostly blue flames shimmering there.
Wen Yan fixed his gaze in that direction. The flickering ghostly blue fire suddenly came to a halt, and Wen Yan felt his hairs stand on end—he could sense it. Someone was watching him, with undisguised malice.
Wen Yan closed his eyes, focused and sensed for a while, then grinned.
"Come on, this is the Netherworld—a bunch of ghosts think they can turn things upside down?"
He set down his pack and strode toward the shadow-shrouded Earth City.
