The incense master held reservations about Yun Ran's words, but Yun Ran's expression was so convincing that he had no choice but to drop the matter.
Waiting for Yun Ran's group of three people to adjust to standing in the sunlight.
He then adopted a welcoming attitude and said, "Welcome to our Main Altar."
Xie Xuzhi quickly glanced around the vicinity and came to a conclusion.
No wonder over the years, despite mobilizing so many people, it had been impossible to locate the stronghold of these Black Robed People.
If the place that looked like a fairyland before them, with an unknown level of danger, was their stronghold, it made sense.
No one could have thought that the headquarters of the Black Robed People was actually at the heart of Death Mountain.
Upon this realization, Xie Xuzhi felt he understood the horror that had always been associated with Death Mountain—there was definitely someone behind it.
