“What are the Wuhuan Water Monarch’s Origins? What’s his cultivation?” 

Ning Sihua, Qing Wan, and Jin Xiaochuan walked over as well.

Tao Qingshan could tell that they were traveling with Su Yi, so he dared not be negligent. He said respectfully, “They say that in life, the Wuhuan Water Monarch was a Grandmaster who fell in combat, and that afterward, his lingering ferocity and resentment were nourished in the battlefield’s tainted river of blood. This led to him becoming a vicious ghost.

“He’s occupied Ninebends City, which lies beneath the Great Azure, for about a hundred years. His current cultivation should be roughly equivalent to a third-level Grandmaster.

“However, they say he’s proficient in various wicked and heretical secret arts and that he controls the mysterious underwater formation’s power. If they enter Ninebends City, even a Martial Dao Grandmaster will be helpless against him, like a lamb to the slaughter.”

A third-level Grandmaster? And here Ning Sihua thought this Wuhuan Water Monarch was something special. After hearing this description, she immediately lost all interest.

“Might I inquire why you’re here, Mystic Master?” inquired Tao Qingshan.

“I’m looking for someone,” Su Yi said offhandedly. “A few...