At this moment, Yin Tingxue suddenly shouted:
"Someone? There's someone over there! I heard a voice!"
She tugged at Chen Yi's sleeve, leading him to look, faintly seeing a figure in the depths.
Chen Yi snapped back to reality, lifted the torch and looked intensely, seeing a person in coarse clothing.
It was Chu Yiyuan?!
Chen Yi quickly walked over. The Incense Master of the White Lotus Sect stood there dumbfounded, eyes vacant, like a carved figure. He wasn't dead, whatever he had gone through was unknown, and behind him was a massive bronze door stained with a dark crimson red.
"Incense Master Chu?" Chen Yi called out softly twice.
He vaguely raised his head, slowly reached a hand toward Chen Yi, a ghastly smile on his face,
"Come... follow me..."
The voice trembled lightly, repeating several times.
This was soul loss, Chen Yi saw at a glance that his soul was missing. Chu Yiyuan's lips buzzed as he repeatedly insisted on Chen Yi and them to follow him.
